Monday, January 28, 2008
Waterfalls and chicken heads
Mia howls with terror when she sees how haggard I look with so much dust caked to my face after a long day of motorbiking through dust. As a recovering chocoholic I'm used to this look on me.
Rotisserie chicken heads at a roadside stand.
Mia climbs a tiny Asian path to a waterfall.
This is the waterfall.
After I finally got up here I realised I had accidentally forgotten the lion cub down at the bottom, so I declared MYSELF the king of the jungle.
I pause and wait at the waters edge. This suit is clingy and the water is very cold. I have to time my exit just right...
Real live coffee beans in a real live coffee plantation. The beans taste like a raspberry pomegranate combo before they dry out. Why not juice this delicious fruit? Starbucks?
Mia washes out her shampoo in a mountain waterfall.
Mia waves a friendly hello.