Travel Theme: Pink

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Pink_bicycle

I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles. /Audrey Hepburn/

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Ailsa’s Travel Theme

Travel Theme: Deep

Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living. /M.Ritter Beard/

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I believe it is deep enough… Nessebar, Bulgaria

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Deep in the Balkans in Bulgaria there was a tree…

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You might find wine there…and not only… Ravadinovo, Bulgaria

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Deep, deep snow…of home… Latvia

And just to wrap it all up – a question to…whom it may concern: “Can one be touched deeper than a thousand kisses deep…?”.

Ailsa’ s Travel Theme

Carpe Diem’s Kamishibai *Lighthouse*

The rules for this episode are the following:
– to write a haibun in a maximum of 150 words, including the haiku
and
– to use the five words “harbor”, “lighthouse”, “fishermen”, “cliff”, “moon” in it.

The fishermen were returning to the beach. It was a chilly but sunny portuguese evening, the moon just a faded imprint in the sky. They jumped out of their boats and pulled them up the wet sand, in big rubber boots and tight-fitting dark overalls, bare-chested, muscles tightening as they hauled their boats up. I breathed in their masculinity from across the road, my skirt fluttering a touch in the evening breeze, as they tied the boats firmly to metal rings on posts in the sand.

I felt sensations of desire and closed my legs lest the wind blew in a gust too sudden to keep my skirt down, and looked across to my travelling friend, Kristine. Her face was flushed.

Across the harbour, the large lighthouse set on a cliff switched on, its tip glowing in light. I went back to the hotel and took a warm shower.

boats tied up on shore
fishermen walk past the evening sun
goosebumps on my thighs

Carpe Diem’s Kamishibai