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Just outside Moc Chau, 6:54 pm 

In Place description, Poetic prose, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/10 at 15:58

I have parked on a small patch of open ground just at the side of the road, and turned off the engine. I am surrounded by the dark silhouettes of the mountains, only a few scattered lights here and there down in the valley. Further down the road, the lights from trucks and cars play through the light evening mist. Here where I’m standing everything is dark and quiet, no houses, no cars, no people, just me and the sound of the crickets. I stand contemplating the darkness for a moment then I look up.

Up above, the sky is clear save for a few thin wisps of cloud, myriad stars twinkling all around with the bright crescent moon shining down on the peaks. So peaceful, so beautiful…then a truck roars by with blinding lights and the moment is gone.

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Lan Ha bay, 10:06 am

In Place description, Poetic prose, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/06 at 05:51

All around us are little islets, grey limestone rising up sharply out of the turquoise waters, the tops covered in verdant green plants, against  the background of a pale blue sky. Whichever way you turn there is beauty, more cliffs in a variety of shapes, more little islets and more turquoise waters; crisp clear colors grey, green, sky blue and the deep turquoise of a tropical sea. I sit back in my sun deck chair and watch the gorgeous views flow by as our boat chugs lazily along.

Ha long bay hidden lagoon, 3:29 pm 

In Place description, Poetic prose, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/04 at 14:00

We are paddling through a cave, the roof so low that the upper end of our paddles almost scrape it. We paddle past shell encrusted limestone formations hanging down from the roof and as we come around a corner the darkness opens up to a small lagoon. Grey karst cliffs rise sharply from the turquoise waters, up towards the pale blue sky. The cliff tops are dotted with greenery, trees climbing the steep sides, their branches hanging down over the water. We stop paddling and glide slowly out on the lagoon.

Duong De road, 3:29 pm 

In Place description, Poetic prose, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2018/01/04 at 13:57

The road, raised on an embankment, cuts straight through the Vietnamese countryside. On the right are yellowish green fields with grazing cattle here and there and a few scattered houses. In the far distance a row of mountains frame everything in and up above pure white clouds tower majestically in the clear blue sky. To the left the square pools of the rice paddies are almost indistinguishable from the river that curves it’s way through the landscape; old barges that look too big to fit between the rice paddies floating lazily by. In the middle distance the karst cliffs rise dramatically out of the fields, their grey walls forming the frame on this side. Above them dark clouds cover the sun, their presence a foreboding of coming rains. A few rays  of light manage to penetrate the cloud cover, shining down on the landscape below, like the light of God.

Dark cave, 12:25 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, South East Asia Photo Album, Writing on 2017/12/30 at 15:05

The water is cold, I wouldn’t go swimming in it if it wasn’t for the promise of adventure up ahead. I look behind me and all I see is a line of lights, eight of them  twinkling like stars in the darkness,  streaks of silver lashing the surface of the jet black water. In front of me I can just make out the walls of the cave but straight ahead nothing, just a darkness so compact my light cannot penetrate it.

Meihouman waterfall 2:36 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2017/10/01 at 15:47

It’s the type of waterfall you might read about in an adventure novel or see in an Indiana Jones movie; the stream goes tumbling over the edge some twenty or thirty meters above the valley, twisting and turning in the air then hitting a large rock at the bottom, sending plumes of spray high into the air. The sound is like that of torrential rain or a faucet opened at maximum, the rush as the water falls through the air and the deep booming when it hits the bottom. The day is still yet here at the fall the rush of the water causes a cool breeze to blow.  The spray is caught by the breeze and spreads out like a thin mist, creating a kind of natural air condition for us as we sit here on a large boulder looking up at the fall. The sun catches in the mist, forming a rainbow that hangs in the air above the pool of clear blue water and dark boulders. I let my gaze wander upwards along the smooth wet cliff face, only a few cracks running across its surface, to green canopy above and the blue sky in the gap over the river. The water that comes tumbling over the edge flows and billows in the breeze, like a cloud of smoke on a windy day, the movement is almost mesmerizing. I remain seated on my boulder for a few minutes, a feeling of contentment inside me.

Sanming Road, 10:10pm

In Poetic prose, Writing on 2016/09/26 at 14:43

A typhoon is approaching, it was raining cats and dogs earlier but by now it has calmed down and it’s no longer  so bad that it’s an excuse for shirking my exercise routine. The foul weather is keeping all the other schmucks indoors so at least there aren’t any onlookers or stragglers , but I was hoping it would be windy enough to keep me cool; I was wrong, thanks to my Swedish genome I am sweating in the rain. I swat at the dripping leaves as I run by, hoping the spray will cool me off but to no avail, the releife is just temporary. The only result is that I can no longer tell if it is the rain or the sweat that keeps my soaked shirt clinging to my body.

Fuguo road, 6:11 pm.

In Poetic prose, Writing on 2016/06/28 at 10:57

Big drops are falling from a leaden sky, pitter patterning against the visor of my helmet. The low clouds have made the backstreets of my even commute even more dull than normal,  nothing but wet asphalt and grey buildings all the way. I mount the steep slope of the bridge across the highway, and just as I reach the crest, the world opens up in front of me. In the distance, visible only because the rain has cleared away the smog of the city, I can see the mountains; layers upon layers of ever darkening shades of green against the backdrop of the sky tainted faintly yellow by the setting sun. It lasts but a moment before the road slopes downward again, bringing me back down below the clouds.

Niseko Grand Hotel onsen, 8:34 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2016/02/04 at 12:40

The warm, slightly murky greenish water envelopes me, steam rising from it’s surface, billowing into the cool air. There is snow all around me, large drifts on the ground, clinging to the branches of trees, a large clump atop a conical rock in front of me. Slightly to the left, sticking out of the water like a small island, is an ornamental Japanese stone lantern. A single, street light style lamp bathes the scene in warm yellow light. Large snowflakes float lazily down to melt as soon as they touch my skin… Total relaxation.

Gong pitan waterfall, 3:29 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2015/09/06 at 07:39

I’m lying on a flat rock at the bottom of a big waterfall, gazing at the sky, the canopy of the jungle on two sides, and some fluffy clouds floating leisurely by. I dip my feet in the river, letting the cool water flow over them, and in the background I can hear the swooshing of the fall and the mellow gurgling of the creek among the boulders. Complete peacefulness.