I don’t know how to put this country into words. It’s such a beautiful chaos in order.
It’s a blanket of different pastel colors flowing into each other like a river.
Its perfume consists of different smells of spices, fruits, oils, nuts and soaps.
The diversity of faces in the streets is just countless. The voices of the locals are loud and silent at the same time.
Their hearts are sweet and big. Sometimes eyes crossing mine are full of love, other times full of wonder, curiosity anger, pain or distrust.
The sun shines strongly making this country look like a golden fireball. Shadows playing around in it!
The colors of nature are those out of the jungle, the desert the mountains, the sea and flower gardens.
The food tastes different but is delicious & warm and does have a diverse palet. Their tea truly is my cup of tea. I drink it a lot. It warms my heart and body.
Religion is loud in this country. So loud it wakes you up at 6 in the morning and reminds you of God at different times during the day.
The houses feel like home, like a sanctuary where you can retreat.
The floors are colourful paintings telling different patterns wherever you enter.
The roads are crazy. This country is crazy. Good crazy. I like good crazy. A lot!