Foreign travel is a journey into the different. I like different.
We made our way down from the spectacular Buddhist edifice and headed off to a local restaurant for a great meal!! Javanese cooking!!
The most incredible temple complex rivals Angkor Wat and Macchu Picchu. It used to stand in the middle of a lake. It’s huge.
Another dead religion that people believed in and died for.
We drove a long way, through mountains with dense tropical rainforest, past rice terraces. The volcanoes loomed in the distance.
More music, dancing and costume. A backdrop of mountains shrouded in morning mist.
As we pulled out of Kota Kinabalu the sun was low in the sky creating a psychedelic glow.
We slid along the coast as I looked over at the shrouded mountains and jungle and thought about orangutans.
The sun set on Borneo!
A lot of wealth, art and effort is poured into Mosques, Temples and Cathedrals in order to prove their doctrines are real. I’ve walked around the ruins of many.
They are so beautiful even when their doctrines are long dead.
Walking around the town. Looking at the art, the difference, he life.
A city in the midst of tropical rainforest.
I love the gaudy colours and art of these Chinese Temples.