Written for Sunday Scribblings (1st post) and Carry On Tuesday
I stood motionless on a mountainside filled with awe and incredulity as I tried to take in the miracle which is Machu Picchu. The Taj Mahal took my breath away; I was moved to stroke its glistening walls. I floated slowly and softly on the still waters of Kerala and wandered in amazement through the temples and trees of Angkor Wat. When I flew close to Everest it seemed near enough to touch. Have I witnessed paradise? When I strolled, numb through the killing fields of Cambodia I know I had a brush with hell.