#is the peak of exotic foreignness

[all-pacas]

maybe they ask chase if he’s religious and he thinks yes is a better answer than it’s complicated, but he isn’t super familiar with all the weird hangups american protestants have about catholicism, cue his reluctant admittance of christianity somehow making it tenser

OH that's a good one

or he is like "well i'm catholic" and they're like CATHOLIC????????? like he just said the most insane possible thing and then it's like "oh that's so interesting and exotic of you. we're a good lutheran household by the way. but i'm sure you know how weird and unusual catholicism is right hahaha bet you mean you were only RAISED catholic and you fled that pretty quick ahaha you seem like a normal young man who isn't c a t h o l i c

chase sweating in "year of seminary": right. exactly

[ozzgin]

So @moonthundersoldier requested a Predator x Reader headcanon and I have to say, I took my time with it as an excuse to watch Prey and whip out my dusty old comics. I‘m a big fan of Alien and Predator and this was my chance to finally try my hand at it! Hopefully it turns out alright.

Various Predators x Predator! Reader Headcanons

Featuring various Yautja types that independently find and court a mysterious reader raised by humans.

Part 1: Meeting

Part 2: Courting

Part 3: Mating

Backstory

The earliest memory you have of your parents consists only of their wide backs as they hastily controlled the ship, looking for a new hunting ground. You were born to a pair of bad bloods that have been exiled by their clan. They were loudly typing in the parameters for the landing, which so far wasn’t looking gracious. Just as the ship brushed against Earth‘s atmosphere, a foreign vessel appeared behind. Judging by the angry growls of your parents, it wasn’t a good thing.

You of course don’t recall any of it, but what followed was a swift battle once the landing jets touched the ground. The second ship opened up without delay and several Predators in stark white armor marched their way out. They were enforcers, dispatched to hunt down criminals such as your parents. As they finished their gruesome task, they noticed the remaining heat radiating from the cockpit. Had they missed a member? Then again, the overall shape was too small for a regular man. One of the officers climbed into the collapsed remains of the ship and spotted you. Troublesome. He nonchalantly grabbed your carrier and walked out, showing the cause of mild concern to the others. The important things such as weapons were to be returned to Yautja Prime, anything else destroyed. So, what were they supposed to do with you?

The answer was found rather quickly, as their helmets notified them of approaching life forms. Most likely wild animals, in which case you would also be taken care of. The suckling of fugitives could hardly integrate back in the clan. This was for the best. So they quickly discarded the remaining wreckage and boarded their vessel once again.

“Oh God, what is that?” a tall man shouts as he approaches your abandoned carrier, holding tight onto the shotgun. “Some sort of creature…Be careful!”

The plump woman with a sunburned face that had followed behind was now just a few inches from you, bending over with genuine curiosity. “Are you serious right now? Put that shotgun down, it’s a baby!” Seemingly unperturbed by your unusual appearance, she picked you up and briefly analyzed your features before lifting your carrier and turning around. “Let’s go, I’m not leaving a child behind. We’ll figure it out.”

Reader’s countryside life

And so you were raised by honest, loving and - most importantly - human farmers. Since you’ve been equipped with proper, superior intelligence, it has been easy for you to acquire the human language. The clicks and growls were slowly replaced with fully articulated words. Save for your reptilian appearance, you are otherwise an authentic member of the family.

You might have the docile, caring behavior of a human, but your predator instincts have not been discarded. You’re taller and stronger than your “relatives”, and the more dangerous labor of guarding or hunting has been in your hands for many years now. The old shotgun now serves as a dusty wall decoration, it could never compete with your claws, speed and ferocity. Your heart remains that of a hunter.

Eventually it becomes a vague gossip within the cities of Yautja Prime that one of their own might be roaming Earth, completely unaware of their roots. A Predator woman, trained by humans. What would the outcome be? Curiosity peaks for certain Predators and they can’t help but wish to see you with their own eyes. Maybe the different backgrounds would provide future younglings with unknown exotic advantages.

Your peaceful life comes to an end when the first of many suitors descends onto the bizarre planet and manages to track you down. The first encounter leaves you speechless: are there more individuals like you out there? You feel relief flushing over you as the knowledge of similar creatures settles in. You weren’t alone, after all. And soon enough you even learn to describe what you’ve always questioned about yourself. You’re a Yautja, a Predator.

Predators meeting the reader

You’ve really caught the feral Predator’s eyes. He has parted ways with modern technology a long time ago and prefers to hunt with minimal tools. He finds your way of surviving very similar to his tribal lifestyle, relying more on strength and agility that have been polished in raw nature. He’s the one that teaches you the native language and tells you about the Homeworld, though he suspects you come from a different hemisphere. He likes to observe the tactics you’ve developed to hunt the animals of this world and shares his own experience and tips with you. He has grown fond of the wilderness on this planet and plans to propose that the two of you build a family away from the needless hassle of cities. If there’s such a thing as a soul mate, then Black Warrior has entrusted him to be yours.

The visit you receive from an elite Predator is not as cozy. He watches you from afar and notices your interactions with the humans. His guide marks them as targets, so why are you acting all chummy with boring prey? They don’t seem to have combat skills and yet you bring them game and offer protection. He refuses to believe that you’ve been in some way enslaved, bringing shame to your kind. He decides to confront you and demand answers. Having learned the language, you explain that this is your clan, the family that raised you. You’re a bit annoyed that this complete stranger is bringing in his hierarchies and social constructs as some sort of universal law. You do not care for his philosophy of power and warn him to be respectful of the customs here. Aha, there it is. Your imposing figure and assertive threats confirm to him you’re a proper Yautja despite the circumstances. His initial frown is replaced by a satisfied expression. Don’t worry, your potential won’t go to waste in this dump of weaklings. He’ll take you home with him and show you the true meaning of a Predator family. Even if he has to fight you a little for it.

This fugitive bad blood has finally found you. He’d known your parents for a long time and heard about their demise, but he never expected they’d leave an offspring behind. He scans your figure with a certain impertinence, pleased by what he sees. Should he kill the humans and capture you as his mate? It’s certainly the most entertaining option. He smugly shows you his trophy belt, bearing the skulls of defeated prey, and asks you if your little creatures deserve a spot. You assume a fighting stance and erratic clicking sounds erupt from his chest, most likely a laugh. You have no tools and you’ve only ever fought…what…little Earth piglets half the size of a Predator Hound? But it’s alright, he wants a feisty mother for his children. Give your best shot.

By far the most challenging admirer has been the Berserker. You can see the similarity between the two of you, but the blood red eyes are unlike all the other Predators you’ve encountered before. Merely seconds after discovering your presence, the creature attempted to dominate you and you had to trash your way out of its grasp. You try to assess the situation but have little time to contemplate before the next attack occurs. He’s heavier and larger than you or the other Predators and as much as you hate to admit, taking him down could prove difficult. What does he want? He thankfully hasn’t redirected his aim towards your family, and if he so desired he may have killed you by now. He retracts his claws and turns to face you once again. He’s mocking you, not even keeping his guard up. But there’s something else in his eyes, a primal urge that sends cold shivers down your spine. He’s going to make you his.

[astrologysaysno]

I am adding to the lore of Idol Trainee Shang Qinghua again.

Interconnected Posts: Original, 2, 3

I said that Shen Jiu considers Shang Qinghua his rival cause he knows all these fancy songs and having proven himself a good vocalist. But we should ask ourselves this question.

How did this rivalry begin in the first place?

So it all started when the An Ding Peak Lord began to brag about their head disciple being a capable vocal musician who sang these exotic and new songs that were both charming and catching to the human ear.

The Qing Jing is skeptical at best and derisive at worst. The little pathetic child that seemed afraid of his own hair when a strand fell on his shoulder during the entrance test? Hardly believable.

But the An Ding Peak Lord is insistent. Their student is a great musician and he just has to see.

Flashforward a few weeks later, the Qing Jing and An Ding Peak Lords are seated as a nervous Shang Qinghua performs on stage. The Qing Jing Lord is initially unimpressed by this head disciple, who seemed ready to pass out at any moment. He looks at his fellow Peak Lord questioningly, wondering if they pulled this stunt to waste their time.

What comes out of his mouth was a complete gap from apperances.

The song itself was quite unusual. Unlike others with elegant traditional form as practiced on Qing Jing peak, it felt distinct in it's style, with vocal inflections and musical backing that felt much out of the ordinary.

With what seemed to be another language entirely, it felt wholly foreign, yet it was undeniably captivating. The song was felt so strongly, a testament to the singer's capabilities. It made emotions rise out of you and had you under its thumb as you feel it wash over you.

It seems that the An Ding Peak Lord has stumbled upon a rare gem, and it was a diamond that they must have.

Once the performance ends, The Qing Jing Peak Lord asks his coworker to transfer him to Qing Jing to have him become an artisan under their tutelage, but is rebuffed. Shang Qinghua is an excellent logistician. They can't give him up.

For the next few weeks, the Qing Jing Peak Lord has tried numerous varied attempts to give Shang Qinghua to them. From blackmail to bribery, Many tactics were pursued to get them to hand over the head disciple with no luck.

They have tried to entice Shang Qinghua to defect to Qing Jing. (He still has to become An Ding Peak Lord, so that's a no go.)

They have tried bribing the An Ding Peak Lord. (An Ding Refused)

They have tried blackmailing the An Ding Peak Lord. (They have no real dirt.)

Now, Shen Jiu is at the background of this debacle and is beginning to panic internally. Who is this annoying figure that seems to have his teacher so captivated. Is he a runner for the role of Head Disciple? Could he be replaced?

As a kid that grew up with nothing, Shen Jiu will fight tooth and nail to keep all that he has. And whoever it may be, he won't let them take away what little he has got.

[xyeh2o]

(Pyrrhia) - Prologue: Odd One Out - Page 1 (redraw & rewrite)

Page 1

           Pyrrhia lay silent beneath the night sky, bathed in the eerie glow of its three full moons. Deep within the heart of the SkyWing Kingdom, Queen Crimson's palace loomed, hidden in the shadows of towering mountains.

           The rare event known as the Brightest Night. The alignment of the three moons that occurred only once every century. Casting a shimmering light across the land, bright enough to rival the breaking of dawn. The horizon gleamed with a soft warmth, though the crisp night air and the gentle murmuring of distant waves kept the evening cool and alive.

           High above the kingdom, vigilant SkyWing soldiers patrolled the craggy mountain peaks, their sharp eyes trained on even the faintest stirrings from below. The extra moonlight made it easier to spot any suspicious movement, and the entire kingdom seemed on edge. Whispers of foreign dragons, seen darting through the distant ridges at dawn, sent ripples of unease through the ranks.

           While many SkyWings busied themselves with preparations for the upcoming festival, a few curious dragonets sat transfixed, their gazes locked on the radiant sky, mesmerized by the rare beauty of the night. The silver light bathed the kingdom, offering a strange sense of calm to those who slumbered beneath its glow. Yet, beneath the surface, tension simmered. This was a time of celebration, but also of uncertainty.

           In the year five thousand nine hundred twenty-one after the Scorching. Nearly a thousand years into the future, the SkyWing Kingdom had grown vast and prosperous, a sprawling realm thriving under the leadership of its queen. The streets of its capital were lively, even before dawn, as merchants hurriedly set up their stalls. The air was thick with the scent of exotic spices and the chatter of bustling dragons. Bright banners adorned the market. The rumor of all seven queens gathering in the SkyWing palace trickled throughout the kingdom.

           Within the palace's royal hatchery, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The flames of nearby torches flickered in the still air, casting dancing shadows on the walls as dragons awaited the imminent hatching. In the center of the chamber stood Cacti, her sandy scales catching the light. Her eyes flicked to the SkyWing and IceWing guards stationed by the door.

           "Call the Hybrid Queen," she commanded with a low and firm purr, talons raised to punctuate her authority. "Tell her the clutch is about to hatch."

           The guards exchanged hesitant glances before finally nodding in agreement, gripping their spears as they departed the room to fulfill her order. Cacti exhaled softly, a mix of relief and surprise flickering across her face. She hadn't expected them to obey a SandWing so readily, especially in a place where political tensions ran high.

           Her gaze darted across the hatchery, searching for any hint of dissent. Yet, the other dragons seemed either too engrossed in their own affairs or too distracted by the promise of the coming hatchling. A pair of SeaWings and RainWings chatted quietly over drinks, paying little mind to their surroundings. Nearby, a NightWing and IceWing guard gossiped in hushed tones, oblivious to Cacti's presence.

[usafphantom2]

The U-2

In complete secrecy, a team headed by Clarence L. “Kelly” Johnson at Lockheed’s “Skunk Works” in Burbank, Calif., designed and built the U-2 to fly surveillance missions. With sailplane-like wings suited for the thin atmosphere above 55,000 feet (over 70,000 feet for later models), this single-engine aircraft made its first flight in August 1955. Entering operational service in 1956, early flights over the Soviet Union in the late 1950s provided the president and other US decision makers with key intelligence on Soviet military capability.

Taiwanese U-2 pilot flame out

This post features the incredible story (originally appeared on Air Force Magazine) of Major Hsi-Chon Hua, a U-2 pilot belonging to Taiwan’s Nationalist Chinese Air Force (NCAF) who flamed out at 70,000 feet and glided to a rough landing at the airport of the remote town of Cortez, Colorado, in 1959. Apparently, because his pressure suit and his accented English people thought he was from outer space.

‘It was my seventh training flight in the new, super-secret U-2 reconnaissance aircraft, and it was a night mission. Months before, I had been selected by the Nationalist Chinese Air Force (NCAF) to go to the US for training in the exotic U-2. Everything about U-2 operations was clandestine, even the pilot selection process.

‘We NCAF U-2 trainees had been told only that top fighter pilots were being evaluated for a new mission and that selectees would have to pass rigorous physical and English-proficiency exams.

‘My initial flight, and that of each pilot, was conducted over the wide-open spaces of southwest Texas.

The first night flight

‘For my seventh mission, I was to fly to Ogden, Utah, and back, using celestial navigation. The flight began around 8:30 p.m. on a hot August night. Flying weather was good, and everything was going reasonably well.

Project Blue Book and the story of how UFO sightings were used to cover high altitude U-2 flights

‘It was my first night flight in a foreign country. I recall that, with thousands of glittering stars crowding the clear dark sky, it was difficult to find the precise celestial body needed for a navigation fix.

‘When at last I reached Ogden, I was happy and gratified that I had been able to reach the farthest route point without getting lost. Actually, I was flying above 70,000 feet, but the fictitious altitude was reported as a security precaution. That done, I concentrated once more on celestial navigation.

U-2’s engine flames out

‘Suddenly the U-2’s engine flamed out and died. A quick glance at my clock showed it was 0528 Zulu, or 10:28 p.m. local time.

‘Things got bad very quickly.

‘No try for an engine airstart could be attempted until the aircraft had descended below 35,000 feet. But the speed range between the stall buffet boundary and the Mach buffet boundary of the U-2 is less than twenty KIAS (knots indicated airspeed) at that altitude. I thus could not go into a rapid descent in order to ease the uncomfortable situation.

‘The only way that I could right the situation was to keep the aircraft gliding on course.

Gliding into the clouds

‘The U-2 glided into the clouds below 40,000 feet. The air was bumpy. I struggled to keep the aircraft under control. Upon reaching 35,000 feet, I tried to relight the engine, but failed.’

Hsi-Chon Hua tried to relight the engine two other times but with no success.

‘The altimeter indicated 17,000 feet. I was really in trouble. Lurking unseen in the clouds just below, I knew, were high peaks of the Rocky Mountains, some of which rose to altitudes of more than 13,000 feet.

’My prospects for surviving a bailout over rough, remote mountain areas were low at best. I called out a desperate “Mayday!” to a nearby Air Force base but got no response.

Praying aloud

‘God Almighty, I reckoned, would be the only one to save me now. So I prayed. I prayed aloud.

‘Suddenly, I was astonished at what I saw: lights on the ground at the eleven o’clock position. I had come out of the clouds to find that I was clipping along through a narrow valley, flying between tall mountains. Their sheer black walls rose and disappeared into the clouds above me. Even so, I felt a surge of relief. If there are ground lights, I calculated, there are probably people nearby, and that means that the terrain might be reasonably flat and I might be able to survive a forced landing.

‘I headed toward the lights. Gradually, I discerned alternating white and blue flashes, which I took to be a rotating beacon that normally identified an airfield.

‘As I drew nearer to the beacon, I saw that there were also some runway lights, meaning that I had stumbled on an airfield. How wonderful was that vision!

Project Blue Book and the story of how UFO sightings were used to cover high altitude U-2 flights

Taiwanese U-2 pilot emergency landing

‘On final approach, I put down the U-2’s landing gear and used the speed brake. The aircraft touched down fairly smoothly, but did not stay on the landing gear. The aircraft, with its belly scratching the pavement and its left wing tip striking the shoulder of the runway, went into a ground loop and came to rest in one piece.

‘Quickly, I scrambled from the cockpit and made for the only lighted building around. Inside, I found the airport manager and a radio operator. It took me a little while to fully apprise them of the situation, using my Chinese-accented English. One can imagine their surprise at coming face to face with a Chinese pilot, wearing a pressure suit, having just flown in unannounced in the dead of night in an aircraft of the strangest appearance. They had never heard of a U-2. It would be nine months before the Soviet downing of Francis Gary Powers in Russian airspace was to make the name of the aircraft a household word.

U-2 dismantled and loaded in a C-124

‘As for me, I had never heard of Cortez, Colo. Not even the town, much less its airport, appeared on my map. The airport manager informed me that, due to the cost of supplying electricity, the local city council was debating whether to keep the tiny community’s airport lights on at night. What’s more, he told me, he and the radio operator had been preparing to close the office, douse the lights, and head home for the night.’

After the accident, Hsi-Chon Hua contacted Laughlin Air Force Base (AFB). Next morning the U-2 was dismantled by a 4080th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing team and loaded in a C-124. It was later found that the problem was caused by a broken line but the U-2 was otherwise in good shape.

A Taiwanese U-2 pilot receives the Distinguished Flying Cross

Months later, he was awarded a Distinguished Flying Cross by the US Air Force (USAF). The U-2 involved in the accident—No. 56-6721—continued in active research and development use at Edwards AFB for many years.

Hsi-Chon Hua concludes;

‘Though this incident had a fortuitous ending, it was for me a solemn lesson about life. I do not believe that it was mere luck that brought me through the difficult moments. For me, the conclusion is inescapable. My prayer was answered.’

U-2 print

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[annmariemo]

At the dawn of the twentieth century, the peak of the British colonial era, a visiting English schoolteacher and her traveling companion express a desire to see a more authentic side of India. One of their new friends, a young Muslim doctor, arranges a trip to a natural wonder, the Marabar Caves—a disastrous excursion that concludes with the schoolteacher accusing the doctor of attempting to rape her. His arrest and trial divide an already troubled Indian community, bringing its racial and sexual tensions to a boil.

Widely regarded as one of the greatest novels of the twentieth century, A Passage to India reflects the country's rising nationalism. E. M. Forster's 1924 tale offers a stirring condemnation of the abuses of British colonialism. Written at the height of Forster's career, the book recaptures a heated political atmosphere and offers a foreigner's view of India as a place of mystery and exotic beauty, inhabited by a people unknowable to outsiders.

[lavendulachronicler]

The Mother Mountain is, to put it simply, difficult to navigate around for casual purposes. Most foot traffic outside of trekking around localities was relegated to business. Dignitaries and those trading in exotic foreign goods were about the only people who would travel outside a range of fifty miles for reasons beside warfare until only recently.

The solution was almost accidental. It came from the Order of Corpse Counters. The Masters and Mistresses of The Mortuary are trained on a secluded peak, and changed by the dark magics therein. Each then leads in all those little rituals to keep the living safe from the dead and vice versa. Wrapped in dark cloaks and treated with a substantial, if wary, respect. They do not speak much save with each other in long missives, carefully jotting out the dead that had passed through their halls. These scrolls are carried by crows back to the seat of the Corpse Counters, The Mourning Peak.

It was during a plague that had spanned territories and kingdoms that the crows first carried a missive that wasn't just a collection of names, ages, dates, and causes of death. The various doctors and surgeons simply asked if it was possible for the crows to carry messages to other doctors and surgeons in other cities, towns, and principalities. There was no reason they couldn't.

Things ballooned from there. Doctors and Surgeons turned into desperate citizens hoping to learn of their relatives' conditions who, in turn, gave way to merchants and philanthropists wondering where their wares were most needed. Soon, sooner than it would have without the helpful avians, the plague ended. People had already gotten used to having letters so easily transported and so they kept asking.

The Corpse Counters never said no. They were discovering they quite liked the attention and the chances to converse with the living. So it was that the first system of long-distance communication was established. All one had to do to talk to someone miles away was endure the atmosphere of a Revered Mortuary, speak to a Corpse Counter or one of their dutiful assistants, and then pay a modest fee.

These days most Revered Mortuaries have facilities built separate to handle the letters and packages. Owing to their proximity to death, these facilities were termed 'Post Offices'

[roalinda]

Tagged by @the-chaosbringer ❤

The last line you wrote.

Ok, this is more than a line. This was supposed to be a prongsfoot microfic but it is ending up way longer 🙈

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The war was over. 

It had been brutal and desperate, nothing but disaster and bloodshed in the wizarding world, a struggle between grey beliefs which were neither wrong nor right. It had been a ruthless muggle hunt, a forever ugly scar on the magical community's history, an absolute disgrace.

It had gone on for years, leaving everyone jaded, even the ones that had not fought in it. Fear and worry were at the peak of emotional exhaustion and the times had been dark.

James understood the meaning of panicked anxiety better than anyone, being a war veteran after all this time. He had been living in concern, constantly losing sleep whenever Sirius was off on a mission. It had been nauseatingly worrisome to the point of him having several embarrassing nervous breakdowns, especially after finding out about Peter's betrayal which had resulted in an ambush and Lily's death.

Grief had made them old, Sirius way more than him. The loss of his brother who had played a crucial role in the war and yet died a horrible death had been a huge blow and now there were small crow feet around Sirius' eyes accompanied with a constant frown. 

James hated it and he was going to change it. His brightest star was going to shine with way more intensity, if he had any say in the matter.

Sirius liked exotic things, exotic countries, exotic cultures, exotic cuisine, anything that was exquisite and delightful, foreign to his eyes. He liked astronomy and Magizoology and loved adrenaline rush and adventure. 

Easy to surprise? Yes.

Hiding the surprise till the right time? No.

He was not capable of hiding anything from or lying to Sirius, so the faster he acted the better.

....

Tagging @mycupofrum , @fiendishfyre , @benjamin-ovich no pressure ♡♡♡

[halfbakedspuds]

Rewrite line tag

Thanks so much to @somethingclevermahogony for the tag!

Rules: Rewrite the given extract and provide your own for rewriting

My line: “There!” Ninma shouted, pointing to the peak of one of the great stone pillars. There, silhouetted against the starry sky was the figure of a man, or at least something that was man-like. They were short, shorter than Ninma, from the waist up they appeared like a normal man, but below the waist, they were anything but.

"There!" Ninma cried, raising a hand to point to the peak of one of the imposing stone columns. There, backlit by the thousand-score eyes of old mother night, was perched the silhouette of a man. Or rather, something man-like. They were short- seemingly even shorter than Ninma- and from their waist up at least they maintained the illusion of being a man.

As soon as one's eyes wandered below the waist, however, that particular illusion was quickly dispelled.

Your line:

Maire was seated in one of the VIP booths at De Matrozen, a club in Baaidorf that was frequented by foreign sailors on shore leave: drinking and gambling away all the money they earned on their months-long voyages while waiting for their vessels to be unloaded and reloaded with cargo bound for more exotic ports. Music drifted up from the stage down below, some smooth, swaying yet almost sleepy melody in a foreign genre. It was something that had popped up in distant Neureich that somehow fit this one Ost-Rietland port city both far too well and yet not at all. Then again, such was the case for most things in Zuidpunkt, that particular paradox was nothing new.

Gonna fling a no-pressure tag at @illarian-rambling, @televisionjester, @oh-no-another-idea, and anyone else who wants to join.

[foggedupwindows]

part two

After an hour of easy chatter, Evan finishes his second drink and looks at his watch. The sense of disappointment that comes over me is surprising. "Do you need to go?" I ask.

He looks up at me. "Well…." He looks around. "Kind of. But…."

"It's okay. I'm here most days." I realize that might sound pathetic. "I mean, not for this long. I stay up the street."

He turns toward me and leans in. "I would love to give you my number."

My cheeks heat up. "Really?"

He smiles. "Yeah. I have an errand to run but really want to see you again."

We exchange numbers and chat for a few more minutes before Evan's phone goes off. He holds it up. "Uber's here," he sighs. He stands and grabs his coffee mug. "I'll be free in like forty five minutes. I just need to run somewhere real quick."

"Okay. I'll text you," I say, standing with him. We drop our dishes at the counter and head for the door. As we hit the sidewalk, Evan smiles down at me. "This was so fun. You're really easy to talk with."

I return his smile. "You are, too. I can't wait to see you again."

He pulls me in for a tight hug before heading over to his Uber. He waves and they drive away. For a moment I am stuck. Like the last hour is all catching up with me. What a dream. He is so warm and engaging. Alert and methodical. I love the way his mind tries to tie into everything I say. Such genius.

I blink and look down the road. I see a mess of red hair moving toward me and my heart pounds. "Ally!" I squeal, running toward a stunning, frumpy babe of a woman.

"Girl!" she says, running toward me. "What are you doing?"

"You're not going to believe what I HAVE been doing."

I give her the rundown of the chat I had. After Evan and I talked about Crypticon, we kind of veered into darker subjects, obviously excluding the worst of the worst. But he's a pretty nerdy guy and enjoys many different genres. We had momentarily touched on the subject of sex.

"Wait," Ally says, grabbing my arm. "You… talked… about sex… with Evan Peters?"

I nod and we both squeal a little.

"And??" she asks.

"Well…."

Evan had mentioned he wasn't into anything super weird. I had tried to press the subject but he was adamant.

"He did, however… say…." I blush.

"What!?"

I cover my face with my hands. "He's submissive."

Ally shrieks in my ear. She jumps around in a circle before grabbing onto me again. "And?!"

I peak from between my fingers. "I told him… I'm a switch."

Ally primal screams up to the sky: "You are living my dream!"

I back away from her laughing. We have made it to her apartment up the street from the cafe. I've been staying with her for months. I've known her for years. We've both been hot on Evan Peters for over a decade. The excitement we're sharing is so fun.

We clomp inside then up the stairs to Ally's apartment. The dark-flowered wreath hanging from her door is always a welcome sight.

We go inside and Ally immediately heads for the teapot on the stove. I walk toward the small window above the kitchen sink and look out at the hazy afternoon. Springtime in Seattle is perfect. The water is a great dark blue, to match the clear skies. A breeze blows through the open window to cool the slowly seeping, warm promise of summer.

"What's your poison today?" Ally asks, standing in front of her tea cupboard. I look up at her porcelain cups (strictly Do Not Touch) and admire the delicately painted flowers and golden rims. There are boxes and containers of tea, ranging from a simple chamomile to exotic teas with foreign languages written on the packaging. My eyes stop at a rose tea, and I reach for it.

"Ooh," Ally teases. "Feeling a little lovely?"

"I try to hide a smile but Ally laughs. "This is kind of wild!" she exclaims, setting a couple of black eartherware mugs on her wooden counters. "Of all the people, all of the weird random dreamy scenarios…." She is shaking her head as she pours steaming water into both of the mugs. She has chosen an herby, nettle tea mix. The metal tea infuser floats to the top of her mug before bubbling its way back to the bottom. "I should have come with you this morning. We could be having a threesome instead."

"I doubt he would be down for that, anyway," I say as I reach for my mug. Ally gives me a sideways glance.

"Everyone can be persuaded," she says lightly.

I chuckle as we make our way into the living area. Ally has this great, overstuffed green couch that is almost too large for the space. It's full of silk pillows and a couple of cozy, hand-made blankets. We set our cups on her glass coffee table and pick up our knitting projects. Ally is making this intricate, beautiful cream-colored cardigan. I am making a square. To go with all of my other squares of various colors and yarn types.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and my heart goes wild. I try to ignore it, to enjoy some time with Ally. We knit for about ten minutes, alternating between knitting and sipping our tea. We talk about some small plans for our week. Ally's brother is coming to visit from Vancouver, so we talk about some of the bars she wants to go to. I tell her about this fun goth bar over in Tacoma, and she mentions a fun, dark bar in Fremont.

My phone buzzes again. Ally's ears perk up, and she beams at me. "Is that him?"

I take out my phone and unlock it. Two new messages. I smile up at Ally. "It's him." I look back down at my phone and immediately drop it. "Oh my god," I say, head in my hands.

"What?" Ally asks, grabbing my phone. She pauses a moment before saying, "Oh my god!"

The two messages are from Evan.

"Free tonight?" the first message says.

"Would love to hear more about you being a switch."

***

[awellboiledicicle]

Dot had to redo the Harpy fight at the beach three times because SOMEONE kept being lured and dying. And then getting the death farts and killing Astarion.

That's neither here nor there, but i do want to appreciate that Dot's face while Gale is talking about his talents is just. "Sure bud. No idea what a tressym is, or a mephrit, but ok."

This is all first day interaction, btw. They just had their second short rest of the game to recover enough not to all be dying. Gale is giving peak 'fancy client that is very convinced she wants to know everything about the exotic car import business'. Just very strong 'look at me! arent i great!' energy. That said her expectations for Wizards were gandolf and Howl from Howls moving castle. Just somewhere in there. So she doesn't hold it against him, it's just kinda a 'flat look for a second before smiling and saying neat'.

Gale already told her about his condition and she took that well, so he's just sitting there thinking he was somehow rude or overhyped himself. Then he makes dinner at camp and she just literally cries because it's good and asks him for a hug in the middle of him trying to apologize that the limited ingredients meant it wasn't up to his usual standards.

That said she's just happy its not ramen and no one's been filled in on the 'not from here' thing yet. Because it literally comes up as they're all sitting there like.

"So." She sets aside her soup bowl, emptied and scraped clean, on the ground by her feet. She clasps her hands together in front of her mouth and hums. "I have a very, admittedly, wild question."

"Ask away, though if it's about ceremorphosis--"

"No, no it's not about going squid town--" Wyll snorted into his cup and she waved him off. "Erm. Where, and pardon my french, the fuck are we?"

"Somewhere along the Chironthar, according to the druids." At her very prolonged look of confusion Wyll continued. "Closer to Baldur's Gate than where Elturel used to be, at least."

"Allllriiiiight." She chewed her lip a moment. "What country? Continent?"

"The... sword coast." Gale paused packing up his things from supper and eyed her curiously. "How far afield did the ship grab you from?"

The look of confusion morphs into a bit of wide eyed discomfort.

"Hm! No idea where the fuck that is, so that's-- erm. I don't suppose you all know what earth is?"

"Academically, yes, though why would--" Gale paused, blinked, and then looked much more excited than was perhaps warranted. "The ship jumped to Earth?"

"See, i want to get back to what you mean by knowing it academically."

"And I want to know by your implication that your familiarity is practical!"

"I was born there?" At the sight of his jaw dropping open before the look of overwhelming curiosity returned, she squinted. "Are you going to say that's weird. Because if it is, weirder shit happened to get me here."

"Not weird, per se--" He tapped his chin, head tilted to get a better look at her. She fidgeted. "Earth is just... that is to say the plane it exists within is, well, fantastically difficult to get to outside of the odd natural portal or a gate set up by a very powerful wizard. Apologies, its... well, I wouldn't even know how to explain its rarity!"

"I'm a very special little alien, got it." Dot pinched her nose and took a deep breath. "Basically something took me from Earth and put me on the ship, then shit went sideways. I need you guys to tell me what the lay of the land is, essentially. Like, to the point of... explain it like i'm five years old."

"Surely there's enough similarity to things that Faerun won't be that foreign to you."

"Gale, you shoot magic out of your fingers. Magic where i come from is sleight of hand bullshit."

"... fair point."

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 30th October

Winter is coming on fast, and with it two rather obscure love songs. At least one of which almost certainly deserves to remain obscure, one suspects.

It's All in the Game - Tommy Edwards (peaked at Number 1)

This song has an interesting origin story, or at least its tune does. Originally written back in 1911 as "Tune in A Major", it was composed by one Charles G. Dawes, an amateur pianist and flautist, who played it for a friend who subsequently without his knowledge went and published it. This annoyed Dawes, who was busy preparing to run for US vice president - a position he won, only to have this tune played for him constantly, to the point where he apparently hated it with a passion. Which is just kind of funny to me. It also makes this the only Numer 1 single to be written by a US vice president!

The lyrics were then added in 1951, and they're kind of interesting, because they're framed as advice from Tommy to a friend who's seemingly not having much luck in love, describing to them how you have words with him / And your future's looking dim, / But these things / Your heart can rise above. Instead of despairing, they ought to know that it's all just part of the game of love - if their man doesn't call, they can rest assured in the knowledge that soon he'll be there at your side / With a sweet bouquet. It's a strangely philosophical approach, a sort of consoling "chin up" and a reassurance that you're going to get through it.

It would be really easy for this to come off as annoyingly dismissive of the friend's heartbreak, or worse, as a more general "boys will be boys" apology for men being terrible and deliberately playing with their partners' hearts. Don't leave him, c'mon, he'll make it up to you, just you wait! You can easily imagine a version of this that's genuinely gross. But somehow, just by sounding genuinely gentle and caring, Tommy makes the song work. He's got a mellow, crooning R&B voice, perfectly suited to this laid-back number, and the end result's a song that's warm and cosy.

More Than Ever - Malcolm Vaughan (5)

Last week I suggested that Come Prima wasn't a very interesting song. I'm can confirm this week that translating it into English and handing it to Malcolm Vaughn doesn't help matters much. In fact, I like this version considerably less than Marino's version, which at least had the vaguely exotic glamour of being in a foreign language, with all the sophistication that that implies.

Here, we start with some rather shrill backing singers, reapeating the words more than ever, followed by Malcolm's voice, which is somehow far too high-pitched and thin for this song. I don't think that it helps that he's upped the pace, either - usually speeding a song up improves it, but in this case, it's a real mushy ballad, and speeding it up doesn't add much in the way of energy, it just makes it feel a bit rushed. At least Marino sounded relaxed. Malcom sounds like he wants the song to be over, already. And fair enough, because so do I, at this point.

The lyrics have gone from "simple" to "insultingly basic", with whatever charm they had lost in translation, leaving us with lines about how more than ever, more than ever, / Than before, / We have found love, / Only true love, / Ever more. Which, besides sounding vaguely ungrammatical ("more than ever than before", anyone?), also gives the whole thing this very awkward stop-start rhythm that I can't bring myself to love.

And then we hit the middle solo. Here, I'll admit, we've improved on Marino's version by getting rid of the twangy non-harmonica instrument, and adding some chords on strings, these ascending semitones that are honestly kind of James Bond-adjacent.Sadly, it's just after this point that Malcolm, or at least his arranger, does something weird with the key change from the original. I'm not sure quite what it is, but it just doesn't work as a smooth transition. And we come from the awkward key change into a belter of a final verse. Which is the sort of thing you can pull off, if the song's strong enough, but on this rather flimsy ballad it's more than a touch reminiscent of the Big Old Endings of yesteryear, and not in a good nostalgic way.

Yeah, I think it's clear which my favourite of these is. Malcolm Vaughan is one of those artists I just can't really get on board with - at best, his songs are blandly okay, and at worst, you get this. I do wonder if this song's success came off the back of Marino's version, or if Marino's got popular after this was released. Or if they were both piggybacking off the original Sanremo tune? Either way, this version is lame. Give me Tommy's sage romantic advice, any day.

Favourite song of the bunch: It's All in the Game

[from-dre]

The Fine Line Between Awareness & Fanaticism

Can you tell I wrote this in 2014?

11:32am—I checked the clock on my microwave twice before sitting down in the desk chair with my morning coffee today. It was still steaming so as I began blowing a gentle stream of cool air into the cup, I hopped on YouTube knowing I'll have some time to kill before beginning my day.

A good headline should be attention grabbing. It should pop out at you amidst a sea of other unrelated clutter. More often than not, if it doesn't stand out the first time my eyes glaze over it, I won't even know I missed it much less give it a second chance. So I begin to skim—typical compilations or foreign music videos or news segments of world events fill up most of my screen. Then, something along the lines of, “How the CIA manufactured Isis.” Here we go, I think to myself, almost rolling my eyes. I know I shouldn't. But we've all been through this exact minute in one way or another. Maybe you're running to the grocery store to pick up some milk or whatever and there, in the checkout lane sits The National Inquirer, shouting at you from its rack: “HEY! I KNOW EMBARRASSING THINGS ABOUT FAMOUS PEOPLE! BUY ME AND READ ME!” You know you shouldn't, that you're above it. But its got a picture of a pot-bellied Brad Pitt on an exotic beach somewhere with another unrelated snapshot of a black-eyed Angelina staring down in some type of shameful pose. Could it be true?,your mind thinks. “I NEED TO KNOW!” I don't blame you. In return though, I ask that you give me the same courtesy during my own display of attempting to show zero self-restraint and giving in to that guilty pleasure which goes against my better judgement. I click on the video as I prepare for the next few minutes.

It's what you'd expect. Decent graphics, a fancy set designed to emulate a respectable news studio, and an expensive diaphragm microphone with a very animated man shouting frantically behind it—arms flailing, voice heightening to new peaks every other sentence, all while the overly-agitated speaker spews opinions dressed-up as factual reporting.

The 10th Circle of Hell

It's interesting to see these people work themselves into such a frenzy, such anxiety-riddled rants that they must feel as if they don't hit every single angle and theory, then the “sheeple,” or “uninformed” audience will miss their point entirely. I don't want to pick solely on this specific man, there are hundreds of like-minded people who dedicate every free moment of their lives to producing new content for their YouTube channels, blogs, podcasts, or if they're super edgy, their still-in-circulation zines. I'm not knocking the passion. Their dedication is honorable. Even their motives, I suppose, are admirable—to merely wake up the sleeping. All fine and good. It's their processing abilities that they've shrunk down themselves that signals a loss of a perfectly valuable mind, before it had baseless theories pelted at it from all sides—and worse, forced to accept.

Though I'm perfectly satisfied with The Divine Comedy as is, I'm sure if Dante were to have gone any further, the tenth circle of the Inferno would consist of nothing but having to convince one single conspiracy theorist of rethinking his arguments, even for a moment. It just isn't possible. Their world is just as sick and chaotic as everyone else's, they don't need to look any farther to find a news story ripe with injustice. We then, begin to differ on how we mentally process such things. A balanced brain can admit the sadness of the story at hand, they're also able to leave it alone, as is. They don't need to attach any extra narratives to make sense of what they've just heard or seen. It is what it is. Tragic. Or a miserable example of human interaction. To a conspiracy theorist, there must always be something else that we're not being told. We aren't given all the facts, ever. Surely, certain words have been blackened out of the official transcript before the cameras went live. Everywhere they look, there's a connection to be made. It's all run by The Man Behind The Curtain, down to the very last detail. Nothing is under-thought or left to chance. Big Brother is very real and is watching them even in this very instance. Like the final shot of Hitchcock's Psycho,Norman knows he's being observed, analyzed, so acts that much calmer. Not even a fly can break the man's concentration when it's time to put on the poker face.

Their incessant warnings have fallen on deaf ears for so long that they've adapted the same formula they profess to be exposing: fear mongering. They say mainstream, State-run media is all one huge sham. That their stories are used to advance hidden agendas. The irony is that they are employing these same tactics themselves. It takes a willful eye to pick up on the hypocrisy, but it's there. Was it really necessary for this opinionated speaker to keep reiterating his validation of a particular politician again and again? Say you respect the man's views once, then move on. Things like that. It's bothersome, not because they hold allegiance to their own political figures as the big boys do, but because they do it all while making such a huge fuss about how honest their aims are, how thankful the general public should be toward them because of their unwavering courage in exposing the truth.

Patterns = Safety

Well, “the truth”—in my opinion—is that they're just as scared and bewildered and let down in humanity as the rest of us are. They don't understand how such pure hatred could go unnoticed for so long, how so many innocent lives are lost for the furthering of poisonous ideologies. That much is completely understandable. However, they get diluted with fantasy—that if some shadow government was behind it all, everything would make that much more sense. There would be a pattern again. Life would cease to be so chaotic and they'd be able to sleep once more. They're amazing talkers who have no interest in exercising any reason whatsoever, so a good conspiracy theorist is quite able of convincing even himself that up is down or that the sky is actually bright red. Once connections are drawn from seemingly unrelated events, they begin seeing it goes farther than planes flying into buildings. That it's bigger than the gas chambers and extermination camps built solely with the purpose of wiping millions of innocent lives off the face of the planet. In fact, it's the most extraordinary piece of knowledge ever—and they're the ones who stumbled upon it. They will expose these criminals hidden-in-plain-view to the rest of the world and because the assassins must already be on their way to their homes, they'll go down as martyrs for humanity. Truth seekers who saw it all before anyone else.

Either way, listen to any one of them talk long enough and you'll quickly start getting tired of hearing about their sure-deaths. How they'll be used to cover-up the truth they were trying to expose. They say it with such certainty. From the mouth of this man himself: "When the nuke finally goes off, expect every last one of us leaders to be killed within an hour. That's all it'll take. An hour. You'll see!”

Rabbit Holes

With all of that said, here's the whole point of this essay: after sipping the last of my coffee, I looked up from my computer screen—12:47pm.

More than an hour later and I was still jumping from video to video, listening to mumble I could either poke holes the size of these men’s egos in or—while trying to give him the benefit of the doubt—not only accept, but strengthen his arguments with much better logic on my end. Both were incredible wastes of time. It was useless trying to reason with hyperbole. So how did I lose track of time? The sheer arrogance of it all engulfed me. I was in a trance. Much like flipping through channels and stumbling upon The Wiggles or Teletubbies or any Kardashian-centered show, you can't help but take a few extra seconds to admire the awkwardness. “How does anyone watch this?!,” you ask yourself, while watching it. Not even noticing the seconds ticking by, turning into entire minutes.

As I closed out Safari and began getting myself ready for the day, all these thoughts swirled around my head. This is how honest, good-natured people get sucked in, I thought. The need some humans hold in their black hearts to see Western Civilization burn down to nothing but ash is a terrifying thought and a properly-wired, down-to-Earth mind tries to make sense of such a thing. The reality of there being no good motive behind these crimes against humanity is a tough pill to swallow. So the armchair geopoliticians flock to their keyboards and offer their skewed theories, promising the truth. The ones with louder personalities and intrusive characteristics eventually build a following, get noticed and maybe get a talk show, with real producers, because someone will still listen to a complete stranger’s opinion, no matter how much lunacy they radiate.

Advocates & Worshippers

But a true thinker considers all viewpoints, no matter the source. So, let's play Devil's Advocate and for a minute, humor these people and their delusions. Even a shadow government is still compromised of human beings. Even if they're secretly praying to evil deities and placing subliminal symbols in everyday environments, they're still two arms, two legs, and a torso with a talking head. Even if they perform Satanic rituals at meetings of the world's utmost elite, they're still buying weekly groceries, eating at their favorite places, trying to stay in shape, arguing with their wives or husbands, accidentally backing up their toilets, walking their dogs, oversleeping, getting sick, getting old, dying. These devil-worshippers draped in scarlet robes who wear animal skulls as masks and chant in ancient tongues are not real threats. The real danger is a poisoned ideology.

Those are what this speaker and Co. should be concerning themselves with dispelling and eradicating. Those ideas are what live on, much longer than that of the men who spend entire lives living for, spreading and eventually dying for. Hitler is no longer with us, so why are Neo-Nazis still sprouting up randomly? His theories can be called out for the sick rhetoric they are—but as long as they hold weight in sick hearts, they retain enough power to destroy lives. An internet show or podcast built around the discussion and dissection of ideas doesn't pull in the masses though. We're talking ratings people! YouTube has been writing out some hefty checks—let’s get in on that action! Instead of exposing why and psychologically where these monstrous acts of violence come from, taking the time to destroy their threads of logic from the inside out and exposing their followers as blind and ignorant, they choose to paint a picture full of hidden plots, mystique, secrets, connections that are so outlandish, they just might work. And of course, they do. Every time. They speak to an audience who doesn't like thinking for themselves. Unfortunately though, these are the types of people they replace their innate intuitions with.

Just the fact that people lose their lives, isn't that enough of a news story? Isn't that enough to bring out the best in us? Why does there always have to be even darker, ulterior motives? No matter what the event, an even grimmer truth is waiting underneath the surface. Look long and hard at something and a person will trick himself into seeing exactly what he wants. If there are governments in bed with each other who also invite Big Pharma and The World Bank for one huge orgy and their ultimate goal is the enslavement of 99% of Earth's population so that they can feed us nothing but that weird paste fast food places pass off as beef, then I'll be a pretty bummed out slave. But until the day comes where I am taken from my home by MIB-looking agents dressed in expensive Gucci suits with sunglasses to match, why obsess over the possibility and eventual rise of this New World Order? Why spend all my waking hours and gorgeous summer days listening to Apocalypse-enthusiasts who make it a point to dream up the most brutal scenarios they can, as if it’s a sport? The end of the world is never close enough for these soapbox preachers. Disease! Famine! The fact that Joan Rivers once had a joke about Scientology in her set! Can't we see how simple and related it all is?!

Finale

Which brings us to the end of this long diatribe. I left my studio and stepped out into a sunshine so bright and invigorating, so powerful and lifting, that I suddenly felt more alive just standing outside my front door than I had in the entire past week. The sounds of the city flowed in and through my head; laughter, birds singing, church bells, an airplane soaring high above taking people I'll never meet to new places they've never seen. It was all so real, so perfect. It reminded me what life truly is. Or at least, what it can be if looked at with the right frame of reference.

There's been so much sadness lately. A million reasons to just break down or shout at the sky or give up completely. I've realized that the continuous stream of bad news will never stop. There'll always be a tragedy waiting to happen and be reminded of in the weeks afterward. You get mentally and emotionally exhausted. You forget how important it is to be able to appreciate a nice day outdoors. The trick isn't to disconnect from the mainstream media by just jumping ship from these opinions to those. Rather, it's to disconnect entirely. No more theories. No more “strange” and “curious” camera edits. No more tracing back the paper trails and who was whose distant relative. It may all be related, sure. But that's because they're all things vying for your full attention, energy, and heart. All of which are so precious and valuable and nobody but yours.

Of course it’s important to be aware of the world you live in. Of the evils which are possible and those carried out everyday by tyrants. But to know is one thing. To fill your life with them to the point where they’ve consumed all you are is another.

If these men behind the microphones ever allow themselves to truly experience a moment’s worth of honest happiness where they aren’t looking for connections or hidden plots put in motion by scary men in the depths of dark shadows, I’ve never seen it caught on tape. Maybe at some point they too, chuckled at something funny. Or maybe they got home one day and instead of their usual B-line for the conspiracy websites, they grabbed their wives, spun them around and while in their arms, planted a huge kiss on the women’s lips for no other reason than to make them smile, just for that moment. Maybe. Who am I to assume to know these complete strangers? I just wish they and the millions of similarly confused theorists would just take up a hobby every now and then. Something that doesn’t involve a computer or a webcam. Crocheting circles? Then they could harness those beautiful brains of theirs on who keeps using all the green thread or why the jar of raspberry jam they’re all supposed to share always turns up mysteriously missing. At least it’ll keep them busy.

[swantourtravel]

India Travel Guide

Complete India Travel Guide 

Traveling to India is not just another travel adventure. It’s a place where traditions have lasted forever, cities speak life, and topography speaks volumes about the human race in terms of beauty or ugliness. And for that reason, it stands out as a unique combination of culture, spirituality and fun overload. If you are planning on going to the mighty Himalayas or Delhi and Mumbai’s busy streets or Taj Mahal-like historical sites or sunny beaches of Goa, you need this India travel guide as your companion for the duration. Related guide gives details which can help potential visitors understand how to choose their destinations, get around the country (including best modes of transport) with ease and use their limited time budget.

Why Travel to India?

India is a country which makes anybody fall in love due to its variety. This nation has an incredible blend between traditional and modern things. India’s list of attractions never gets exhausted starting from spiritual traveling prayers through wildlife traveling safaris to yoga retreats and active trade areas.

Cultural Heritage: It possesses a long-established civilization that has been existing for several millennia. An immersive experience into the history of India is provided to travelers through temples, palaces, forts, and UNESCO World Heritage Sites located in different parts of the country.

Diverse Landscapes: India offers geography with every kind of terrain such as deserts in Rajasthan or greenery in Kerala or snow-clad peaks in Himachal Pradesh or buff beaches on Andaman Islands.

Spirituality and Wellness: India is home to yoga, Ayurveda and many more ancient practices aimed at promoting health for those who are looking for spirituality and good life.

Wildlife and Nature: For nature lovers or wildlife enthusiasts, India is a heavenly land. It shelters tigers, elephants, rhinos and other exotic faunas at its national parks like Jim Corbett, Ranthambore and Kaziranga.

Top India Travel Destinations

When it comes to planning your India tour, there are a few must-visit destinations that should top your list.

Delhi:

The heart of India, Delhi serves as its capital city. It is a multi-dimensional city characterized by a mix of ancient and modern attractions which makes it a bustling metropolis. Delhi could have anything from the mighty Red Fort to Chandni Chowk, a vibrant center marketplace that keeps on amazing people.

Agra:

No trip to India would ever be complete without visiting Agra’s iconic Taj Mahal. It is a breathtaking monument that depicts love and thus leaves every traveler awed; it is also a UNESCO World Heritage site as well as being one among the New Seven Wonders of the World.

Jaipur:

The famous Pink City in Rajasthan is known for its grand palaces, forts, and temples too as being the portal to Rajasthan. Various treasures scattered across this city include Hawa Mahal, Amber Fort or City Palace among others.

Goa:

When looking for sun, sand and sea then Goa serves best. It is India’s topmost beach destination since it is characterized by the laid back atmosphere together with golden sands and a bustling nightlife.

Kerala:

Renowned for its peaceful backwaters, verdant tea plantations, and Ayurvedic wellness retreats, Kerala provides an idyllic getaway into nature. You could visit Munnar hill station where touristic activities abound or take a sip on some tender coconut water while reclining on Kovalam beaches.

Varanasi:

You can find many pilgrims performing rituals or bathing themselves at Ganges riverbanks in Varanasi which makes it one of India’s holiest towns located alongside this sacred river making it sacred themselves too; this makes it important both spiritually as well as culturally; during festive seasons pilgrims flock here to immerse themselves in what they believe are holy waters while paying tributes to their deities.

India Travel Tips

Visa Requirements: Every foreign tourist needs a visa to enter India. The process is simple with e-visas being available for the majority of nationalities.

Transportation: There is an extensive transportation network in India which comprises trains, buses and domestic flights. For example Indian Railways is a common mode of traveling that provides everything from cheap sleeper classes to luxurious trains such as the Maharajas’ Express.

Health and Safety: Drink plenty of water, stay away from street food initially and bring hand sanitizers to diminish health hazards. India is generally safe for tourists however, women visitors should take additional precautions like dressing modestly and avoiding isolated places after dark.

Cultural Etiquette: India houses several cultures and traditions that are diverse. In particular, it’s important to conform to local customs especially when at places of worship where removing shoes before entering a temple or mosque, dressing conservatively or asking permission before taking photos are basic protocols one must adhere to.

Currency: The Indian Rupee (INR) serves as the currency for India ATMs are extensively found within towns; still carrying some cash is advisable once you reach the countryside.

Climate: Across India, there is immense variation in the climate. The months of October to March are generally perfect for the majority of Indian states, whereas summers (April to June) sometimes experience unbearable temperatures in areas found near sea level. During the rainy period between June and September, the country experiences torrential downpours more frequently along its coasts and hilly terrains.

Unique Experiences in India

Yoga and Meditation: The most incredible yoga experience awaits you in India regardless if you are just starting or have been practicing for a long time. Among the leading places where one can go on yoga and meditation retreats are Rishikesh and Kerala.

Houseboat Stay in Kerala: One unique thing about cruising along Kerala’s backwaters using traditional houseboats is enjoying its natural setting peacefully.

Camel Safari in Rajasthan: You can go on a camel safari to see the vast desert landscapes of Rajasthan. Particularly at sundown, the Thar Desert offers some amazing views.

Ayurveda: Ayurveda is an old healing system based on holism which originated from the Indian subcontinent. Watch yourself get relaxed through Ayurvedic treatments and therapies offered by wellness resorts and spas located in the state of Kerala.

Attend a Festival: What characterized India are its colorful celebrations (festivals). Diwali (the Festival of Lights) and Holi (Festival of Colors) remain among the biggest celebrations that bring visitors from different parts of the globe.

India Tour Packages

It is thereby a good idea to book a package holiday to India since there won’t be any need for stress when planning the journey. Swan Tours has various tour packages in India that cater to different interests and budgets whether you are interested in visiting the Golden triangle tour (Delhi, Agra, Jaipur), Goa beaches or the calm countryside of Kerala.

Golden Triangle Tour: As the name suggests, this classic tour connects Delhi, Agra and Jaipur through some of the most famous tourist destinations in India. The package is a perfect introduction to rich Indian history as well as its diverse heritage.

Kerala Backwaters: A relaxing tour which includes exploring the backwaters of Kerala, visiting spice plantations and enjoying a wellness retreat at a spa.

Rajasthan Heritage Tour: Discover royal palaces and forts in Rajasthan by visiting cities such as Udaipur, Jodhpur and Jaipur.

North India Spiritual Tour: In this spiritual heartland of India you will find Varanasi, Rishikesh & Haridwar where the rituals & traditions are performed on this sacred ground.

South India Temple Tour: This South India tour includes visits to the major temples located in Tamil Nadu and Karnataka which are known for their intricate carvings and historical importance.

Conclusion

There are many places in India which are of great historical importance like Bodhgaya. Where the Buddha attained enlightenment, Khajuraho temples depicting erotic art and Ajanta and Ellora caves adorned with rock-cut sculptures and paintings etc. That’s not all; one may also visit modern cities such as Delhi and Mumbai to see how fast the country is developing when compared to others within its region.

Prepared to witness the magic of India and create unforgettable memories aided by Swan Tours, your one of the best travel agents in India.

[lsundarinfo]

The Most Beautiful Drives You Can Take In Malaysia

Malaysia is a country brimming with breathtaking landscapes, diverse cultures, and vibrant cities. From its pristine beaches to lush rainforests, there’s no better way to experience the beauty of Malaysia than by embarking on a road trip. With an International Driving License in Malaysia, you can freely explore the country's hidden gems at your own pace. So, buckle up, and let’s take you through some of the most beautiful drives that Malaysia has to offer!

Why You Need an International Driving License in Malaysia

Before we hit the road, let's talk about why having an International Driving License in Malaysia is essential. While your local driving license might be sufficient in some countries, Malaysia requires that foreign drivers carry an International Driving Permit (IDP). This document serves as a translation of your home country’s driving license, making it easier for local authorities to recognize your driving credentials.

Acquiring an International Driving License is straightforward and inexpensive, typically available from your home country’s automobile association. Once you have this permit, you’re ready to explore Malaysia's scenic roads without any worries.

1. The Pan Borneo Highway: A Journey Through Nature’s Bounty

Route: Sabah to Sarawak Distance: 2,083 km Highlights: Mount Kinabalu, rainforests, traditional villages

Starting our journey in East Malaysia, the Pan Borneo Highway is an epic road trip that stretches from Sabah to Sarawak, offering a mix of stunning natural beauty and rich cultural experiences. The drive will take you through some of the most pristine rainforests in the world, where you can spot exotic wildlife and marvel at the untouched landscapes.

One of the highlights of this route is the opportunity to visit Mount Kinabalu, the highest peak in Southeast Asia. The surrounding Kinabalu Park is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, teeming with diverse flora and fauna. Along the way, you'll also pass through traditional villages where you can experience the unique cultures of the indigenous tribes.

The Pan Borneo Highway is an adventurer’s paradise, and with your International Driving License in Malaysia, you’re free to explore every corner of this magnificent route.

2. The Cameron Highlands: A Drive Through Misty Tea Plantations

Route: Tapah to Cameron Highlands Distance: 60 km Highlights: Tea plantations, strawberry farms, cool climate

Next on our list is the drive to Cameron Highlands, a popular retreat known for its cool climate and rolling hills covered with tea plantations. The journey begins in Tapah, where the road winds its way up the mountains, offering panoramic views of the lush green valleys below.

As you ascend, the temperature drops, and you’ll soon find yourself surrounded by the misty beauty of the highlands. Make a stop at one of the many tea plantations, where you can enjoy a cup of freshly brewed tea while taking in the breathtaking scenery. The Boh Tea Plantation, in particular, is a must-visit, offering guided tours and a charming tea house overlooking the plantations.

The Cameron Highlands is also famous for its strawberry farms, where you can pick your own strawberries or enjoy delicious strawberry-based treats. This drive is perfect for those looking to escape the heat and enjoy a peaceful, scenic road trip.

3. The East Coast Road: A Coastal Adventure

Route: Kuala Terengganu to Kota Bharu Distance: 170 km Highlights: Beaches, fishing villages, traditional crafts

For those who love the sea, the East Coast Road from Kuala Terengganu to Kota Bharu is a coastal adventure you won’t want to miss. This drive takes you along Malaysia’s stunning east coast, where you’ll encounter pristine beaches, quaint fishing villages, and vibrant local markets.

Start your journey in Kuala Terengganu, where you can explore the city’s rich Islamic heritage before heading north along the coast. As you drive, the South China Sea will be your constant companion, with numerous opportunities to stop and enjoy the sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters.

One of the highlights of this route is the chance to visit traditional craft villages, where you can watch artisans at work and purchase unique handmade souvenirs. The East Coast is also known for its delicious seafood, so be sure to stop at one of the local eateries for a taste of the freshest catch.

4. The Penang Island Circuit: A Mix of Culture and Nature

Route: George Town to Balik Pulau Distance: 72 km Highlights: Historical sites, scenic coastline, tropical fruit farms

Penang Island offers a perfect blend of cultural heritage and natural beauty, making it an ideal destination for a scenic drive. Start your journey in George Town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site known for its well-preserved colonial architecture and vibrant street art.

From George Town, head towards the island’s western side, where the road takes you along the coastline with stunning views of the Andaman Sea. Along the way, you’ll pass by Batu Ferringhi, a popular beach destination with a lively night market.

Continue your drive to Balik Pulau, a rural town surrounded by lush greenery and tropical fruit farms. This area is famous for its durians, so if you’re feeling adventurous, stop by one of the farms to sample this unique fruit. The drive around Penang Island is not just about the scenery; it’s also a cultural journey that offers a glimpse into the island’s diverse heritage.

5. The Genting Highlands: A Thrilling Mountain Drive

Route: Kuala Lumpur to Genting Highlands Distance: 55 km Highlights: Theme parks, casinos, mountain views

For a drive that combines natural beauty with entertainment, the road to Genting Highlands is a perfect choice. Just a short distance from Kuala Lumpur, this mountain resort is known for its cool climate, casinos, and theme parks.

The drive to Genting Highlands is an adventure in itself, with winding roads that offer spectacular views of the surrounding mountains. As you ascend, you’ll feel the temperature drop, providing a refreshing escape from the city heat. Once you reach the top, you’ll find a variety of attractions, including the Genting SkyWorlds theme park and several luxury hotels.

Whether you’re looking to try your luck at the casino, enjoy the rides at the theme park, or simply take in the stunning mountain views, Genting Highlands offers something for everyone.

6. The Langkawi Island Drive: Beaches, Waterfalls, and More

Route: Kuah to Tanjung Rhu Distance: 30 km Highlights: Beaches, waterfalls, mangroves

Langkawi, an archipelago of 99 islands, is a paradise for beach lovers and nature enthusiasts. The main island is perfect for a leisurely drive that allows you to explore its many natural attractions at your own pace.

Start your journey in Kuah, the main town on the island, and head towards the northern tip where you’ll find Tanjung Rhu, one of Langkawi’s most beautiful beaches. Along the way, make a stop at the Langkawi Cable Car for a ride to the top of Gunung Mat Cincang, where you’ll be rewarded with panoramic views of the island.

Continue your drive to the Telaga Tujuh Waterfalls, also known as the Seven Wells, a popular spot for hiking and swimming. The route also offers opportunities to explore Langkawi’s mangrove forests, either by driving to the Kilim Karst Geoforest Park or by taking a boat tour.

7. The Malacca Historical Route: A Drive Through Time

Route: Ayer Keroh to Alor Gajah Distance: 30 km Highlights: Historical sites, traditional Malay houses, rural landscapes

For history buffs, a drive through Malacca offers a journey back in time. Begin your trip in Ayer Keroh, where you can visit attractions like the Malacca Zoo and Mini Malaysia Park before heading towards the historical heart of the city.

As you drive towards Alor Gajah, you’ll pass through rural landscapes dotted with traditional Malay houses, providing a glimpse into the region’s cultural heritage. Malacca is rich in history, with sites like the A Famosa fortress, St. Paul’s Hill, and the Dutch Square offering a peek into its colonial past.

The drive through Malacca is not just about history; it’s also about enjoying the charming countryside and sampling local delicacies like chicken rice balls and Nyonya cuisine.

Conclusion

Malaysia’s diverse landscapes and rich cultural heritage make it a perfect destination for a road trip. Whether you’re driving through the misty highlands, along the sunny coastline, or exploring historical towns, there’s always something new and exciting to discover. With your International Driving License in Malaysia, you have the freedom to explore these beautiful drives at your own pace, creating memories that will last a lifetime.

So, grab your map, get your playlist ready, and hit the road – Malaysia is waiting for you!

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