Back to Nowhere With You

Posted by Yuka as Hot Cities

The couch is on its restless jerking down the sandy road craw in the endless desert, we
drop laughters on the seat and echo in the heart, bouncing up and down while the tire is
dancing with the wierd stone lay by the road. I love the feeling there, the blue sky, so blue
like a diamond that you can see through, deep in there I saw the smile of God, and the clouds
swing to and fro while the wind ran over in the crystle sky. It’s all just like a landscape
people drew, so lovely that I’d rather cut off the whole piece and take it home.

“Let’s go up there.” was what has been around me most of the times, we sure did when we
were in Kanas,a valley with so beautiful lake that people see strange laker monsters there,
that’s on of the cold place we went until the trip ends. It was a little hill stood across
the grassland, such a big one with three rivers rolling through. We were there when the dusk
is drawing near and the night is on the run, it looks small but really wonderfull with all
those bunches of wild flowers, I could imagine myself running in the flowers picking one I
love.

I love its silence, standing in the middle of nowhere, I can feel myself coming bigger. I
mean most of the places are quiet, the deserts, no need to say, the wind is the only citizen,
and the lake for sure, dark blue and green, hiding mysteries under the peaceful waves, I
wanted to drop myself into it, into its cool waves. Green is something we don’t usually see
in the couch, but color of sand was something filled our eyes, however a different feeling
allows a different taste of life. The plants there were not so friendly as the people, they
bite people, and I was bitten on the hip. Anyway, the mutton there was super, I ate a lot and
the wine was really really nice, I drank much, the people, oh the people were so great,
that’s what I’ve been thinking, sometimes we consider people so bad cause we have a evil in
our heart, and the world comes grey when people suspect.

How can I forget the night in the capital when I first held your hand walking through the
city seeking for something I’d never use, and without a pillow I often felt your weight on
my shoulder and your tooth bite in the night while sleeping and the strange answer when I wake
you in the morning, your belt is not always keeping your pants tight and your button seemed
really naughty, while the water gun shooting I hear your laughters, it was sad to see you
cry in the night, and when I know the reason I was so shocked and moved, while the answer
“not going for more places” flash on the screen and transmitted through the phone, I was
willing to cry, I figured out that all the fun stuff, all the wildness shall gone, like the
sun faded upon the mountain.

The last two days we walked into the Mosque where muslin pray for peace, and saw a lot of
hand-workshop, Pamier highland dropped a lot of fun for me, all that steak mountain and the
angry shouting mister. I love the lake there, the water is so pure and cool. Oh and something
reminds me, I was forbid for the coke for several days.

Everything was so enjoyable, after all so many “first time” for me and the scent of shampoo
is still swirling around, all memorable. When finally its time to aboard the air home, I saw
the trip to Tibet, I’m looking forward to it, wait for me.