My expectations are high so I half prepare myself to be disappointed as the windscreen fills up with disdained and dreary apocalyptic scenes. The grey is overwhelming and I wish there was raining to paint the scene in its natural hues. It’s so beautiful.
We stroll about for a few hours but the heat is intense and I know what I’m hunting for isn’t there.
‘No I don’t want to see a monastery thank you’ I repeat with irritation for the sixth time to Alex. He seems to have a relentless tenacity to change my mind.
I surrender to treating it as a reccy and a fun day to explore but admit I am slightly disappointed. I stop a taxi driver as we pass and ask to take his picture. His wide eyes and tan jacket compel me.
Tomorrow we shall return and hope for grey skies OAO xx