Saturday, 23 June 2012

Neuschwanstein Castle - Germany

Neuschwanstein Castle in the German state of Bavaria

I received these wonderful postcards from Wenzel. A nice winter view with amazing fairy-tale castle and frozen lake. I like castles much more than palaces and this one looks unreal. By the way the Walt Disney logo was designed after this castle.

Friday, 15 June 2012

Assos - Turkey

Today I received a great postcard from Turkey, the one from my wish list and I really have to thank Deniz for that.
The Ruins of the Doric Temple of Athena built by the settlers from Lesbos.

Assos (aka Behramkale) is an ancient town in front of the island of Lesbos founded in the 7th century B.C by Aeolian colonists from Lesbos.
After Plato's death, Aristotle left for Assos to the court of his dear friend Hermias of Atameus.  
Hermias was , a eunuch and former slave who had come to rule the province of Atarneus.  In his youth, Hermias had studied philosophy in Plato's Academy where he first met Aristotle
Aristotle  married  Pythias, Hermias' daughter or niece and spent about three years in Assos before moving to Lesbos. After that he was invited by Philip of Macedonia to tutor his son Alexander in 343 BC.
In 341 BC, shortly after Aristotle accepted the tutoring position, Hermeias was captured by Persians  and tortured to death  in a vain attempt to extract information regarding King Philip’s invasion plans. His death moved Aristotle deeply, and he created a memorial at Delphi commemorating Hermias’ loyalty and writes a hymn to his name

Wednesday, 13 June 2012

Karlův most - Prague.

There is something that fascinates me about Charles Bridge in Prague. The beauty of the bridge itself and the outlines of the city beyond it has the air of mystery and romance that leaves me mesmerized although I guess that it looks totally different in reality, in the daytime overcrowded with noisy tourists....

I found this description in a third-rate gothic novel....the novel was really bad but it was worth spending half an hour of my time just to find these lines:

The blackened statues, as I passed under their blank gaze, along the unending bridge, with their ancient garments and their saintly crowns, seemed to me the real inhabitants and owners of this place, while the busy, trivial men and women, hurrying to and fro, were a swarm of ephemeral visitants infesting it for a day.
(Lifted veil - George Eliot)


I've got this postcard from a friend. It used to be my favorite postcard of Prague until I got the previous one.
Почерневшие статуи святых в старинных венцах и одеждах, под пустыми взглядами которых я проходил по бесконечно длинному мосту, казались мне подлинными обитателями и владельцами сего места. А толпы куда-то спешаших обычных мужчин и женщин представлялись роем крохотных эфимерных созданий, населивших город на один единственный день.
(Приоткрытая завеса - Джордж Элиот)

My third favorite postcard showing Prague and one of my very first


Tuesday, 12 June 2012

LONDON is very beautiful at night

The man was steeped in Highland fantasy, and he revealed London as Wrapt in a soft haze of mystic beauty, a fairy tale of delicacy and wistfulness.

(Aleister Crowley - The Moonchild)

Ночам Лондон бывает очень красив...Погрузившись в мечтательные видения, он открыл для себя Лондон в мягком, мистически-прекрасном тумане — чудесную сказку о тоске и неясности. (А. Кроули - Лунное дитя)


This lovely postcard i received from Anu. I'm very glad that we could arrange several swaps because she also sent me another great postcard of London. Amazing night view - empty street, wet pavement and reflections of street lights.

A trip to remember. Murree.

Day 2.
We got up early in the morning, because we wanted to see the maximum of Murree in that single whole day that we had. We had planned our schedule before leaving and wanted to keep up the schedule, so we had to leave Murree...                                                         

Murree Hills

The next day
We had to queue up to take shower, because we had a single bathroom for the four of us. Thanks God the geyser worked and it saved us from freezing to mortality in shower!

Our first destination was a breakfast place, because Nabeel refused to think about anything until we took breakfast. We had our first paratha with fried eggs at a small place filled with locals. We had decided to go only to the places where local residents dine, instead of going to high street (mall road) tourist catering pseudo Lahori, Peshawari, Sindhi etc restaurants.
After breakfast we headed out to a place in the direction of Nathia Gali (some 5Kms from Murree). This spot was discovered by Nabeel on his prior visit to Murree. This place gave us the first feeling of being in a non-urban setup. Murree otherwise (the high street Murree) is a tourist joint with all the amenities that a man can ask for in a cosmopolitan city.

Our next stop was Patriata. We could not afford a helicopter ride over Murree, but the Patriata chair lift and cable car combo was accessible and affordable for us. We did have a kind of an aerial view and most interestingly free of cost! TDCP in-charge at Murree (Patriata) generously allowed us a free ride and not only the ride (I’m talking about hospitality!).
We went up all the way to the top station, disembarking from the chair lift, which took us from the base station, at the mid station and taking cable car from there.

in the heart of the woods
We went out towards the woods along with our accompanying TDCP employees to witness some of the natural beauty which lies uncovered for tourists. Walking through the woods, breathing fresh air along with cigarette smoke, we heard some kind of singing. When asked, the TDCP representatives explained that it was POTHWARI SHER (Potohari poetry) singing. They explained that usually shepherds sing these songs, while over seeing their grazing cattle (it is mostly goats).
We headed towards the sound of the singing and upon visual contact we noticed that it was no single shepherd loning it out there. There were many people sitting on the ground and listening to the one who was singing at that time. We sneaked close to them and hesitantly sat among the crowd. We were expecting the turn of all heads towards us, but most amazingly no one turned as if we were expected or as if it made no difference.

We sat there and enjoyed the singing. During the intervals we talked to the people present there and they explained that such kinds of gatherings were not planned. It was something like a single person sitting in the wild and singing and anyone who wanted could join in just for listening or even could participate in a kind of a verbal duel. The real format of Potohari poetry is dualistic, which means that one person sings about his village his girl his life and the beauty of everything and then the other person responds with a story of his own. The Potohari poetry, just as all other poetry, is mostly love related, but it has a strong tint of sorrow and longing. Potohari verse mostly tells about the beloved, who parted.
After that wonderful experience we took the same cable car and then chair lift down to the base station, where lunch awaited us. We met madam chicken at the table again. She was very nicely grilled and was saucy and well marinated. Madam chicken tasted so well that Vera even allowed herself a second serving. And guess what, our longtime, to come; companion was accompanied by rice on the table. Believe me till that time we had no idea that Madam and her companion would follow us like rock star fans!!!
Coming back to Murree from Patriata we decided to at last go to the Mall road to see the tourist life and get a feeling of being a tourist. We were amazed to see new multi-storey shopping malls filled with branded apparel, accessories and other stuff.
Cold temperatures and tiredness forced us back to our accommodation at around 22:00 hours. We were served a hot cup of tea before going to bed. We needed a nice night’s sleep, because the next day we were supposed to make a 234Km run all the way to Naran from Murree. Once in bed I had shivers, which I could not figure out the reason for, maybe it was because of the cold or maybe it was the thought of those 234Kms which we had to ride over spirally mountain roads. But whatever it was it kept me trembling till I fell asleep.