Pinterest remains a great source of constant wanderlust for me. I’m quite disgusted by the many dreamy shots that explode onto my screen and try and serenade me. I want to scream I just can’t do it at the moment! There have been a few that have really tickled my fancy and captured my attention and today I thought I’d share those, ‘cos those are the places I really want to go to on this sighing Sunday.
I’ve heard people say that pigs might fly, but if someone said to me I know somewhere where the pigs swim I’d really would raise my ranga eye-brow. But here is the adorable photographic evidence:
Apparently they trot out of the jungle and splash into the water to chat up approaching boats at Exuma in the Bahamas. Of course they want a feed but I’d love to look over the edge of my boat to see these cute little snouts peering up at me. I’d feed them. It’d really tickle my fancy. Or perhaps swimming with the swimming pigs is more your thing??
My car has been on the outer for a while but I’ve been clinging onto her like any woman with her youth. I’ve had her since I zoomed off to university 7 years ago and now she is getting a bit rickety (she’s 23 years old). Perhaps if I knew she was going to be intombed forever then I’d be happier with letting her go. The French seem to have the right sentiment:
Then I looked at this one and thought, but you’d actually have to get wet…
My source here does not actually tell me where this swings existence is. Perhaps it’s the Bahamas where you could swing over the swimming pigs?
And here’s one to finish up on which certainly grabbed my attention. Everyone say hello to the zodiac carved penises at Haesindong Park near Samcheok, South Korea:
And everyone is saying why? It has been described as one of the strangest tourist attractions in Asia. On one side of Sinnam is the beautiful coastline and on the other cliff top are these giant phallic statues. There is some superstitious story about a virgin maiden drowning at sea and the towns fish catches drying up so they carved these to appease her spirit. The fish started returning so they kept carving and carving until penis world was born.
Can you imagine all the old Asian woman posing to have their pictures taken with these giant penises??? Now that would tickle my fancy
Where are you dreaming off this Sighing Sunday???
The trouble with this world is that there is no shortage ever of places that I want to just get on a plane and get amongst. Never. I have to just marvel at them, on Pinterest, from my suburban lounge chair. Woe is me.
I’ve got the travel bug biting me big time at the moment. I’ve sat still for almost 5 months (since our Northern Territory adventure) and have no big plans brewing for the next trip. I like to have something to plan, to fantasize about. It gets me through this suburban existence that bit easier.
I can whinge all I like. I’m not going anyway. Pinterest it is for a bit longer. Do you too get the travel mopes?
Anywhooo, this little shot took my fancy this morning. Looks fascinating, yes?
Like honestly, who builds this stuff? What where they thinking?
It kinda reminds me of that cave in the latest Batman movie. Is anyone with me here?
It’s actually for real and called The Inverted Tower and you’d have to go to Sintra in Portugal to get a glimpse at this kinda creepy spot. Apparently the property was purchased in 1892 by some lah di dah family who built this bewildering place to gather symbols to reflect their ideologies and interests. It has 9 different landings down to the well bottom which evokes references to Dante’s Divine Comedy, and may represent the nine circles of hell, paradise, or purgatory. It’s also linked to caves and a spooky garden…and even with this information, I ask why would you build this? But hey, it’s fascinating isn’t it? And beautiful and unusual and that is this world for you.
Where would you like to visit this Sunday?
I won’t lie. Last night was one of those nights. A night where my previous understanding of a bad night was all shaken up and a new horrendous standard was set. Definitely the type of parenting evening you don’t tell expecting Mums and Dads about. Mummy hangover in full force today (no alcohol involved, yet) but I can do this on 5 hours of broken sleep yesum? It’s been done before, don’t you doubt it. Something that would make it all better on this Sunday - the beach. Either to reflect and feel all pensive about my fatigued up life or to sun it up and chillax. Either way the beach is a great soul food. Agreed?
I think this location would do for pensive reflection:
I introduce you to the Galapagos Islands. Where the berjeebers is that I hear you say? Near Ecuador my friends. It’s a Spanish marine national park. Quite the wildness spot I suspect.
Perhaps somewhere a little more local for the tan would be suitable:
I’m sure you’ve heard of Hayman Island on The Great Barrier Reef my local readers?
Which spot would you choose this Sunday?
Have you noticed how the beach never looks the same from one visit to the next. It has many facets. It has an ever-changing beauty. I find that compelling. What’s your favourite beach mood? Do you have a favourite beach? Share away loves.
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Yesterday I had a little trip on Puffing Billy. It was lovely. Little Vick (and Mr Vick) were in boy heaven. I enjoyed the wind in my hair and green surrounds. I thought it couldn’t get much better AND THEN Pinterest flashed this up this morning which left my mouth gaping. Thanks Pinterest.
It’s the Mure railway at Grenoble in France. Damn you France. Why do you have to be so impossibly beautiful from one end to the next??
What’s your favourite train journey that you’ve travelled?
I can’t ever imagine a King actually chucking his comfy old walking shoes and a daggy backpack on to creep along this ledge can you? Apparently he did however and if it’s good enough for a King I reckon it’s good enough for me! If I got my courage on I would put myself on this edge although currently I feel like wetting myself just looking at the skinny ledge via a picture. I’m really not sure how my vertigo and the pathway would get along but all the same….
It’s magnificent isn’t it? El Caminito del Rey is the Spanish pronunciation for the place (The Kings Little Pathway is the English translation). Sounds kinda sexy yes? I doubt it. It looks to me like a place of hard work and when I say hard work I mean hiking, rock climbing… all things requiring big scoops of energy and a certain athleticism. Definitely a pathway to an adventurers heaven. Perhaps it would be sexy if there was a Spanish lad waiting at the other end just for you!?
It’s positioned 100 meters up from the river level below and was built in 1901 when workers needed access between the two falls for inspection and maintenance of the channel. Can you imagine building such a thing? One word….HOW? It blows my mind.
Do you reckon you’d trust those little bar supports under the ledge? The Spanish must think they’re alright although in Google it describes this pathway as one of the scariest hikes in the world and Google knows everything.
Oh, oooopss… as I was just finishing up on this post up, I looked into why this is one of the scariest hikes in the world only to discover it actually was closed in the year 2000 after a couple of fatal falls. They are currently restoring it and no doubt will upgrade the safety aspect for future re-opening.
Now, who’s done this walk? That would really impress me if any of my readers actually had!!!
And who would want to? What’s your favourite hiking experience?
Happy Sunday !
Looks delightful doesn’t it? I could just eat those cute cobble stones up (if I was some kind of stone eating freak) and I WANT a bike with a basket on to meander through the quirky yet sophisticated street that is Prague. It think it would suit me. Just sayin’.
Who’s got some wonderful stories about Prague? Happy Sunday!
I like colour. It’s food for my soul and since it’s winter and the surrounding colours seem to mostly be shades of grey (no reference intended towards a certain porno book – which I just happen to be currently reading) I could do with a burst of colour … even if I was surrounded by pink sunsets less than a week ago in Darwin….I could happily be surrounded by it everyday. You with me? Something like this I wouldn’t mind waking up to:
Kyoto, Japan. What a knock out. That’s my kinda colour. Nature at it’s magnificent best don’t you think?
Japan is on my list. High up on the list in fact. I have family there, so although I am sighing over this pic I can rest assured I am going to visit Kyoto in the future. That’s a definite. Locked in. But it’s good to sigh in the mean time right?
Have you been to Kyoto?
Where are you sighing or dreaming about visiting in the world today?
Now this is not something I’ve ever seen here in Australia….
As if Finland doesn’t seem like the magical faraway land enough ….
Where would you like to travel to this Sighing Sunday?
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I wouldn’t mind seeing this view in Seville, in Spain, in person. What do you think?
Where would you like to visit this Sunday?
It’s been on my bucket list for some time. It’s something I’m willing to wait for, cos clearly I wont be hiking into Machu Picchu with Little Vick on my back gasping for air and coming down with an attack of the chucks, head spins and nose bleeds (otherwise known as altitude sickness – wow I’m selling this place so well from the get go aren’t I?). I like to think of myself as a bit of a trekker and this, I hear, is the ultimate. Besides, the Inca civilization…. what a fascinating part history which I known a big fat nothing about. I feel way naive right now. I must get educated.
I have been reminded of my desires for Machu Picchu after talking with a friend who has recently returned from visiting the site. She completed the 4 day trek with minimal training and knowledge about what she was getting herself into. We decided the latter was probably for the best. Apart from gasping for air at times (seriously she was up in the clouds) she LOVED the adventure. I love adventure. So this Sunday I wouldn’t might a bit more of it in my life.
Have you made the trek into Machu Picchu? Is it on your bucket list?
Where are you dreaming of this Sunday?