I spent the morning with the baby girl and the afternoon with this handsome dude, doing any activity they wanted.
She picked Rideau Hall - tomorrow’s post - and he picked kayaking on Dow’s Lake - short video on IGTV 📺
We got lucky - summer ended the next day and it’s been chilly here ever since
👋🏻 Friends! It’s been so long!This summer has been SO rich with travel, friends, family, and memories. But I‘m back in Charlotte, eager to regain some routine and inspired to paint like crazy and share some of the highlights of my explorations! First up, a shot of my new fave place: Ammoudi Bay on the Greek island of Santorini. I stayed in an epic #airbnb and fell in love with this tiny fishing village. Swipe to see the beginnings of a new acrylic painting 🖌 And check out my story to see where you can find some of my latest work!
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Mencintailah karena iman, bukan karena nyaman. Sebab, nyaman bisa datang dan pergi kapan saja. Nyaman bisa saja hilang saat harta berkurang, saat tak sekuat dulu, saat sakit-sakitan, saat tak secantik dan setampan dulu, saat ada kekurangan pada anak dan pasangan, dan banyak hal lainnya yang mungkin saja terjadi dalam hidup kita. Sedangkan cinta karena iman adalah ibadah, adalah amanah, yang dengan iman itu, Allah sendirilah yang akan menjaganya. In syaa Allah. [dari IG cintakarenaAllah]
Curug Love, Leuwicatang, Desa Bantar Karet, Nanggung, Bogor, Jawa Barat
(notes: Agustus 2019)
Pada akhirnya, untuk semua kekacauan di kepala, kita hanya butuh didengar, ditenangkan, lalu diingatkan, bahwa kita tak pernah hidup sendirian.
Taken by @awal4821
Lokasi : Bukit Lantaka, Kelurahan Bontotangnga kecamatan Tamalatea Kab. Jeneponto
Munnar - breathtakingly beautiful - a haven of peace and tranquility - the idyllic tourist destination in the South Indian State of Kerala, also called God's own country. Set at an altitude of 6000 ft in Idukki district, Munnar was the favored summer resort of the erstwhile British rulers in the colonial days - we visited this place this month and now we know! ❣️❣️ #travelwithme#bloggerofinstagram#traveldiary#traveler@navedmodak
The Streets of Kolkata
Being the old capital city of British India, I knew I’d find many historic sights in Kolkata (formerly known as Calcutta) during my trip. And even though I love admiring grand architecture, museums filled with stories of yesteryears, and touristic places in general; I knew that I wanted to do more than just see the popular landmarks of Kolkata.
I had read many blogs about how Kolkata lives in its streets and thats exactly what I wanted to experience. I wanted to walk in its heritage neighbourhoods till my feet hurt and press click every time I saw a cute house or two. I wanted to see how the local people go about their day and learn about the past of their city straight from them and their experiences. I wanted to explore streets that no guide tells you to, and I wanted to find beautiful corners such as this one, by myself. ✨
So during my 2 and a half days in Kolkata, that’s exactly what I did. Sure I visited a few touristic places early morning for sunrise shoots, but I always kept my afternoon and evening free to explore residential areas such as this one. The feeling of not knowing what you are going to find and then stumbling upon something so picturesque is a travel experience that I am always going to remember. ✨
CG’s tip: This particular house is located in the Shobha bazaar neighbourhood of North Kolkata. North Kolkata has many areas like this one and even if you cant find the exact same house, you are going to come across many picturesque buildings that will make all the walking worth it. So don’t forget to walk around and let the city unfold its magic in front of you.
On the bumpy drive up to Artuch base camp in Tajikistan's Fann Mountains, @slioy laid out two options for our group: "There's the normal route to Kulikalon Lake that's a bit shorter and easier, or a route that's steeper and longer but with better views at the pass."
No one hesitated in the slightest; obviously we were going for the better views.
Dodging other groups of trekkers heading to the easier pass, we veered off on a route along the emerald waters of little Chakurak lake, past the patchwork tents and of shepherds tending flocks in the summer pastures, through alpine meadows dotted with flowers and lazily grazing cows.
In the hours we walked, we saw hardly a soul. Occasionally the mountain path switched up slopes steep enough to make us puff, but never so heavily that we couldn't appreciate the peaks around us—or stop our eccentric conversation about everything from relationship struggles to explosive diarrhea (travel bloggers are a weird lot).
Several hours passed as we climbed about a kilometer of vertical distance. At some point we sped up, trying to race oncoming clouds threatening chilly rain and obscured views.
Just when my legs began to ache and my stomach started grumbling, I reached the top of the 3,800 meter Chukurak Pass. A gust of wind whipped sweaty hair as I crested the hill and my eyes locked onto this view of Kulikalon Lake.
Do you think this view was worth the extra strain? I'd say so.
On assignment with @travel_tojikiston and USAID.