rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

Bangkok (for leisure! I can finally lug my huge pink luggage out for some foreign air)

Bombay
Perth
Haneda – Tokyo
Jakarta
Auckland
Manila
Denpasar-Bali
Bangkok (again)
New Delhi

I seem to have an unprescribed affinity with Asian sectors.
Not that I’m complaining! (:
Fall in love with whatever you do,
there will always be something out there to look forward to.

“Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air.”
William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost

hotair

Published by VIKTORIA JEAN

"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad.

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