|vintage sweat tunic / Stradivarius trousers / H&M boots / MANGO aviators|
|abandoned theme park|
I've been a few weeks having what they called as the 'post-vacation syndrome' or 'post-vacation blues' whatsoever. Honestly, I don't know such thing does exist until I googled it (thank you Mister), but indeed–it really does exist. Perhaps it was just me to simply refuse to admit that it was the end of my perfect trip. Half of my heart and soul and mind were still there, I was all over the place. I do realize that I was only left for 12 days. But it occurred to me that this unpleasant 'disease' has been affecting my routines in these past weeks brutally (I'll blame it as an excuse to my absence of posting).
"But it occurred to me that this unpleasant 'disease' has been affecting my routines in these past weeks brutally."
While every girl's dream is to be in Paris, I dream of the Middle East. There's something truly enthralling about this part of the world that intrigues my curiosity. Their history and culture have always been enticing for me to dig more, as it gives me another perspective of seeing the world. That's what keeping me from coming back.
While every girl's dream is to be in Paris, I dream of the Middle East.Last year, I came to see Turkey, or as they called it Turkiye; one of the most breathtaking places on earth. This winter, I got the chance to visit Egypt; the country I never thought I would have a chance to see, a country that I never thought would change my life. I've read that a few countries may issue travel warning to Egypt, I feel lucky mine doesn't. Looking through tabs of traveling websites with quite terrifying informations, it did give me the chills. However, once I enter the city, all my guessing is wrong. My reluctance fell apart. I love this city in a different way, more likely to feel compassion and amazed. Cairo is such an incredible city despite what they have been through lately. Every side of the city told stories that lied behind the dusty walls and beneath the ruins. Even so, in my eyes the city magically turns alive with its story. Artistic details of their buildings, beautiful Egyptian carvings on the walls, amazing silhouettes of the domes, and of course their typical palette of deep red and gold as the big part of the story.
However, once I enter the city, all my guessing is wrong. My reluctance fell apart. I love this city in a different way.After hours of flight, we transferred to Kuwait before our next flight to Cairo. Never have had winter in my life, clearly I was freezing once I stepped out of the plane. As the next day coming, I couldn't bare my to see one of the Seven Wonders of the world, the great Pyramid of Giza and the Sphinx. While this experience was truly exciting, sadly I found them surrounded by dense fog. Oh mother nature, how could you be so mean. Still, looking at those kick-ass triangles felt spectacular. We were so lucky that it wasn't snowing at all. As some of you might have heard, Cairo just witnessed its first snowfall in 112 years, and this happened just before we came! The weather was awful. There was torm clouds appeared over The Pyramid and Sphinx; they were shown covered in snow, all white and... well, odd. On second thought, thank you mother nature.
As the weather forecast kept warning me, Israel would be much colder than Egypt. So, I was keeping my coat untouched in my luggage until we reached Israel. (well if you must know, it IS cold; I was wearing 3 layers.)