sunrise upon skyscrapers
I have arrived in Korea and am sitting in a small bus, on the way to town. The sun isn't quite ready to rise yet but it has already started diluting the dark night sky, turning it deep orange on the horizon.
The road is incredibly smooth, especially compared to the roads in Mongolia, and I certainly haven't experienced this kind of speed in a car since more than a month.
I can't believe I'm in Korea.
The surface of the water is so smooth. I wish I could stop on the bridge we just crossed and let the slowly increasing light draw the shapes of the surrounding mountains and reflected lights onto the delicate sensor of my dear camera.
It's like another world on this Planet I Love so.
I have now left behind the most wonderful Mongolians and venture to the lands of the ultra sophisticated Koreans.
I cannot believe I am in Korea.
And even less that I didn't shed a single tear as I rose above Ulaanbaatar, instead feeling simply Grateful for each second Mongolia let me live basking amongst its still largely virgin Nature and Soulful inhabitants.
The radio plays "the rising sun" and the sky slowy turns brighter, ready to start another day.
I have reached Korea. And the bay, along with its skyscrapers, is turning electric blue.
The road is incredibly smooth, especially compared to the roads in Mongolia, and I certainly haven't experienced this kind of speed in a car since more than a month.
I can't believe I'm in Korea.
The surface of the water is so smooth. I wish I could stop on the bridge we just crossed and let the slowly increasing light draw the shapes of the surrounding mountains and reflected lights onto the delicate sensor of my dear camera.
It's like another world on this Planet I Love so.
I have now left behind the most wonderful Mongolians and venture to the lands of the ultra sophisticated Koreans.
I cannot believe I am in Korea.
And even less that I didn't shed a single tear as I rose above Ulaanbaatar, instead feeling simply Grateful for each second Mongolia let me live basking amongst its still largely virgin Nature and Soulful inhabitants.
The radio plays "the rising sun" and the sky slowy turns brighter, ready to start another day.
I have reached Korea. And the bay, along with its skyscrapers, is turning electric blue.