Sighs and whispers touch our ears. Soft and icy winds lean gently and at the same time vigorously on the neck, as if they were a knife sinking in butter.
A sacred forest wrapped in the mystery and legends of the Khasi population. A magical forest that envelops, swallows and hides from the eyes of ordinary tourists.
Wandering around Guwahati, and walking along the shore of one of the largest rivers in Asia, to my surprise I happen near a temple that at first sight seems very special and completely non-touristy.
After being attacked by a great uneasiness due to my first contact with India, I decide to stop at an OYO hotel in the Chhasttisgarh capital.
When darkness comes over the capital of Nepal, Kathmandu, I start exploring the latter through alleys and narrow streets and then come to the epicenter of where the earthquake started years ago.
Another day in Nepal takes us to the Swayambu hill, from which I will have the opportunity to enjoy a good overview of Kathmandu.
Wandering in the less touristy part of the religious site of Lumbini I find myself in front of a bitten and grabbed pillar of the grass.
Here are several shots of abandoned places that I managed to capture on my journey through the beautiful Abkhazian land. No footprints, no history.
Here is a roundup of different, but not less important, pictures of abandoned train stations scattered a little bit everywhere in Abkhazia.
On the way back to the sea, I decide to stop for a couple of hours at the Tkvarcheli thermoelectric plant.
