As I expected, it started to snow. After one hour of watching the snow falls I felt quite shattered and surrendered for rest, I was worn out yet so content. I always enjoyed sleeping onboard the trains whenever I had the chance to travel. Somehow it gave me a sense of ecstasy.
Although the compartment where I was sitting wasn’t terribly warm, yet my big fur coat and woollen cloths made it cosy enough. And as I laid my head on the window I could feel the train’s jolting back and forth, yet that didn’t hamper me from sleeping.
I was circumnavigating in a deep dream when I was awaken by the ticket inspector, which was so annoying. He endorsed my ticket by hole puncturing as I handed it to him then he gave it back to me. I put it back in my pocket and closed my eyes again.
"It was going to be a very long journey", I said, therefore it was unfeasible to sleep all the way through, and so I opted for reading instead and go to sleep when it gets darker. I grabbed my guide book and started reading, simultaneously visualising myself already in those places.
After hours of reading my eyes were no longer able to operate, it was almost 4pm when the night closed in its curtains, lights of the nearby cities illuminated in the darkness and chimneys were whiffing their white smoke up in the sky.
How I envied those people sitting in their cosy homes by the fire place watching the snow fall!!!
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Monday, 10 May 2010
Sunday, 9 May 2010
Wondering through the Mongolian Desert +++ Part 2
As I made way my towards Moscow’s central railway station, nippy winds blew past my face giving me the shivers of a cold winter. I must hurry and get my ticket as there was only one train a day that departs at midday. My rusty Russian made it difficult to communicate with the tickets vendor who spoke no English! Finally, having shown him my destination on the map, I presumed he understood, though I hoped he wasn’t selling me a ticket to China!
My Russian reading skills was better than conversation so I was able to read Mongolia on my ticket as I held it tightly in my hand, then hurried to platform 4 where the Trans-Mongolian train departs from.
I stood alongside the platform waiting for the train to arrive, the station seemed deserted. A few meters from me stood an old lady with beady eyes and a big black fur coat on, she looked in her 70s, though it was difficult to predict peoples’ ages in Russia as they all looked young due to the freezing temperatures all year round.
She stared at me as I examined my surroundings, I shook my head as a sign of hello however she shrugged and averted her eyes. “How rude”! I said.
A big round and tarnished old clock adorned the station’s platform wall; it has probably occupied it since the Soviet Union era! It was almost 11.50 and the train was not there yet, I started to get worried yet I surmised that punctuality meant little in this land perhaps.
Contemplative moments about my journey struck my head at two minutes to twelve when a massive noisy black train showed up. It was a big sigh of relief. I briskly grabbed my bag and was ready to board. The train was half empty; I guessed those passengers boarded from the previous city, I made sure to sit by the window so I wouldn't miss any of the stupendous scenery on the way to Mongolia.
Finally the train sounded its dying horn and left the station, I sat in a separate compartment observing the snow which literally covered every patch of the ground as the train moved forward, trees and houses were all lily-white. It was getting a little blurry as I could see the thick fog descending... It was probably going to snow, I murmured.
My Russian reading skills was better than conversation so I was able to read Mongolia on my ticket as I held it tightly in my hand, then hurried to platform 4 where the Trans-Mongolian train departs from.
I stood alongside the platform waiting for the train to arrive, the station seemed deserted. A few meters from me stood an old lady with beady eyes and a big black fur coat on, she looked in her 70s, though it was difficult to predict peoples’ ages in Russia as they all looked young due to the freezing temperatures all year round.
She stared at me as I examined my surroundings, I shook my head as a sign of hello however she shrugged and averted her eyes. “How rude”! I said.
A big round and tarnished old clock adorned the station’s platform wall; it has probably occupied it since the Soviet Union era! It was almost 11.50 and the train was not there yet, I started to get worried yet I surmised that punctuality meant little in this land perhaps.
Contemplative moments about my journey struck my head at two minutes to twelve when a massive noisy black train showed up. It was a big sigh of relief. I briskly grabbed my bag and was ready to board. The train was half empty; I guessed those passengers boarded from the previous city, I made sure to sit by the window so I wouldn't miss any of the stupendous scenery on the way to Mongolia.
Finally the train sounded its dying horn and left the station, I sat in a separate compartment observing the snow which literally covered every patch of the ground as the train moved forward, trees and houses were all lily-white. It was getting a little blurry as I could see the thick fog descending... It was probably going to snow, I murmured.
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Wondering through the Mongolian Desert +++ Part 1
It was January 1999 when I spent weeks of planning for my journey to the Gobi desert in Mongolia. Trying to set challenging objectives and stuff to explore in a far and cold land was not that easy, I could imagine the vast landscapes of the Gobi, the snowcapped mountains of Bayan-Ölgi and the dramatic gorges and sparkling lakes of Khövsgöl and the cry of an eagle sprinkled in the felt homes of the nomad .
Buddhist temples, mysterious ruins, abundant wildlife and legendary hospitality top it all off with a conqueror who started with nothing and ended up changing history.
Asia’s coldest desert (Gobi) covers parts of northern and northwestern China, and of southern Mongolia. The desert basins of the Gobi are bounded by the Altai Mountains and the grasslands and steppes of Mongolia on the north, by the Hexi corridor and Tibetan Plateau to the southwest.
Deserts have always been my fondest places. In my childhood I enjoyed playing with sand a lot and being in empty and vast spaces, yet that was nothing in comparison to this fresh and real adventure!
Having read how bitterly cold the climate can be, I made sure that my big fur coat was packed first! I remembered that I also needed my waterproof jacket and a good walking boots, plus tons of thin layers of woollen clothing. I dreaded to look again in my guide book especially in the climate section where it said that average winter minimals are a frigid -40 °C, nevertheless that hasn’t changed my determination and passion to discover new places.
At that time, there were no direct flights to Mongolia, therefore I had to fly to Russia and catch the Trans-Mongolian train from Moscow, which makes it a particularly exhilarating entry into the country!
Dalanzadgad was my destination, where I was to carry on my journey on the back of a Mongolian Wild donkey to the next village, spend the night over at one of the Nomad Ger tent) which is made of Bactrian Camel’s skin, then heading to the desert the next day. I was so thrilled and impatient to do this incredible voyage!
Buddhist temples, mysterious ruins, abundant wildlife and legendary hospitality top it all off with a conqueror who started with nothing and ended up changing history.
Asia’s coldest desert (Gobi) covers parts of northern and northwestern China, and of southern Mongolia. The desert basins of the Gobi are bounded by the Altai Mountains and the grasslands and steppes of Mongolia on the north, by the Hexi corridor and Tibetan Plateau to the southwest.
Deserts have always been my fondest places. In my childhood I enjoyed playing with sand a lot and being in empty and vast spaces, yet that was nothing in comparison to this fresh and real adventure!
Having read how bitterly cold the climate can be, I made sure that my big fur coat was packed first! I remembered that I also needed my waterproof jacket and a good walking boots, plus tons of thin layers of woollen clothing. I dreaded to look again in my guide book especially in the climate section where it said that average winter minimals are a frigid -40 °C, nevertheless that hasn’t changed my determination and passion to discover new places.
At that time, there were no direct flights to Mongolia, therefore I had to fly to Russia and catch the Trans-Mongolian train from Moscow, which makes it a particularly exhilarating entry into the country!
Dalanzadgad was my destination, where I was to carry on my journey on the back of a Mongolian Wild donkey to the next village, spend the night over at one of the Nomad Ger tent) which is made of Bactrian Camel’s skin, then heading to the desert the next day. I was so thrilled and impatient to do this incredible voyage!
Saturday, 3 April 2010
Desperate to flee / India Part 3
I was drenched in sweat! God knows what colour my face was?!
“So here you are; our curious guest!” Ojal said, hands akimbo!
I was lost for words and didn’t know how I was going to face this dilemma! I hastily pushed her aside and hurried at the speed of light!
Ojal was shouting “I will get you back, you bastard…”
As I reached the top, I had no choice but to pull the partition towards the entrance and block it completely to impede them from catching me.
I instantly grabbed my suitecase and stormed out of the house, not knowing where to go or what to do!
It was pretty dark, echoed hooting owls and barking dogs in the near distance daunted me even further.
I whimpered “What shall I do?!”
I could vaguely remember my way, threading through empty and uneven roads, which gave me the impression of no end!
At any moment, I could be eaten by a fierce animal; with their echoes kept ringing in my ears!
All of a sudden I tripped over not realising why or how, but having felt a thin rope around my legs then I knew it was a trap!
I guess I was off the main road and perhaps entered some sort of sacred or forbidden territory!
Shortly after, two men were at the scene trying to rob me. Alas they were not interested in my suite case, they wanted me! At the beginning they were mumbling in Hindi but when they realised I didn’t look Indian, then they started to communicate in broken English!
One of them held a machete and the other continued to twist the rope he used to entrap me!
One of them said, “You make noise, I take your head”.
I could hardly see their faces as they were covered with a dark cloth!
What am I supposed to do? Give in to those bastards or try to defend myself, but I had no means to a weapon whatsoever! Oh dear Lord, please help me!!!
“So here you are; our curious guest!” Ojal said, hands akimbo!
I was lost for words and didn’t know how I was going to face this dilemma! I hastily pushed her aside and hurried at the speed of light!
Ojal was shouting “I will get you back, you bastard…”
As I reached the top, I had no choice but to pull the partition towards the entrance and block it completely to impede them from catching me.
I instantly grabbed my suitecase and stormed out of the house, not knowing where to go or what to do!
It was pretty dark, echoed hooting owls and barking dogs in the near distance daunted me even further.
I whimpered “What shall I do?!”
I could vaguely remember my way, threading through empty and uneven roads, which gave me the impression of no end!
At any moment, I could be eaten by a fierce animal; with their echoes kept ringing in my ears!
All of a sudden I tripped over not realising why or how, but having felt a thin rope around my legs then I knew it was a trap!
I guess I was off the main road and perhaps entered some sort of sacred or forbidden territory!
Shortly after, two men were at the scene trying to rob me. Alas they were not interested in my suite case, they wanted me! At the beginning they were mumbling in Hindi but when they realised I didn’t look Indian, then they started to communicate in broken English!
One of them held a machete and the other continued to twist the rope he used to entrap me!
One of them said, “You make noise, I take your head”.
I could hardly see their faces as they were covered with a dark cloth!
What am I supposed to do? Give in to those bastards or try to defend myself, but I had no means to a weapon whatsoever! Oh dear Lord, please help me!!!
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Lost in India Part 2
As the night fall came to an end, I felt quite shattered after the long journey and the excitement I had earlier! I surrendered to the overwhelming drowsiness and I called it a day!
As I lay on the big chunky Victorian bed; that probably once belonged to some British aristocrats, which I presumed Ojal has inherited upon the victorious Independence in 1947!!!
Humidity is penetrating my body rapidly so I decided to put the fan on. A piercing squeak emerged as I switched it on; God knows when they last used it!
I switched the light off and hopped on the bed, as the fan started to roll I felt something falling and clinging to the bed sheet. A moment later I felt that object was moving, I immediately jumped up and put the light on, it was a scorpion, not only one but three!!!
I couldn’t believe my eyes! “This is a joke; There must be a riddle behind this” I opened the door slightly to detect any movement , I heard a soft whispering coming from the hallway, it sounded like Ojal's voice talking to someone who had such a husky and irritating voice!
My instinct told me there must be a plot behind this. Soon the whispering had faded and I decided to go further in exploring this mysterious house!
As I walked through the vintage kitchen; A huge print of a War scene occupied the main wall, on the other side there was another picture of exotic fruits scattered on a small plate! Nothing seemed too suspicious, not until I had a glance at a wooden partition that separated the rest of the kitchen!
Trying to pull it aside I noticed there was a staircase, which seemed to be an eternal cave to hell. A red and velvet colour curtain covered the entrance, the light was on, I took off my slippers and descended slowly, it was about 50 steps or so; made from stone, “It must have been a cave definitely” I told myself.
As I reached the end, a soft rather weird sawing sound emerged in the background! “Could it be a carpentry workshop?” Curiosity killed me and gave me the urge to storm into the room, however I had to be patient and not spoil the moment!
As I peeped through the rotten wooden door I saw the man who perhaps was the same one upstairs, he was sawing something, however the vision wasn't clear as his back was facing the door!
I kept gazing through to see what was happening or trying to discover what was he doing?! There were many cupboards inside, a long table which he was working on, tools lied here and there! Suddenly he turned round to fetch something! My body froze as I witnessed the image of a dead corpse lying on the table!!!
For a moment or so I had this paralysing sensation which made me unable to move! Millions of thoughts pounded my head saying" Am I going to end up here!!" "Are they murdering tourists to get their organs?!!!"
My heart was beating rapidly with fear, "I just want to get out of here" I said.
As I turned round trying to make my way up, I was hampered by the unpredictable presence of Ojal behind!!!
As I lay on the big chunky Victorian bed; that probably once belonged to some British aristocrats, which I presumed Ojal has inherited upon the victorious Independence in 1947!!!
Humidity is penetrating my body rapidly so I decided to put the fan on. A piercing squeak emerged as I switched it on; God knows when they last used it!
I switched the light off and hopped on the bed, as the fan started to roll I felt something falling and clinging to the bed sheet. A moment later I felt that object was moving, I immediately jumped up and put the light on, it was a scorpion, not only one but three!!!
I couldn’t believe my eyes! “This is a joke; There must be a riddle behind this” I opened the door slightly to detect any movement , I heard a soft whispering coming from the hallway, it sounded like Ojal's voice talking to someone who had such a husky and irritating voice!
My instinct told me there must be a plot behind this. Soon the whispering had faded and I decided to go further in exploring this mysterious house!
As I walked through the vintage kitchen; A huge print of a War scene occupied the main wall, on the other side there was another picture of exotic fruits scattered on a small plate! Nothing seemed too suspicious, not until I had a glance at a wooden partition that separated the rest of the kitchen!
Trying to pull it aside I noticed there was a staircase, which seemed to be an eternal cave to hell. A red and velvet colour curtain covered the entrance, the light was on, I took off my slippers and descended slowly, it was about 50 steps or so; made from stone, “It must have been a cave definitely” I told myself.
As I reached the end, a soft rather weird sawing sound emerged in the background! “Could it be a carpentry workshop?” Curiosity killed me and gave me the urge to storm into the room, however I had to be patient and not spoil the moment!
As I peeped through the rotten wooden door I saw the man who perhaps was the same one upstairs, he was sawing something, however the vision wasn't clear as his back was facing the door!
I kept gazing through to see what was happening or trying to discover what was he doing?! There were many cupboards inside, a long table which he was working on, tools lied here and there! Suddenly he turned round to fetch something! My body froze as I witnessed the image of a dead corpse lying on the table!!!
For a moment or so I had this paralysing sensation which made me unable to move! Millions of thoughts pounded my head saying" Am I going to end up here!!" "Are they murdering tourists to get their organs?!!!"
My heart was beating rapidly with fear, "I just want to get out of here" I said.
As I turned round trying to make my way up, I was hampered by the unpredictable presence of Ojal behind!!!
Saturday, 6 March 2010
Lost in India Part 1
A gripping yet unfathomable sensation tugged at my heart as I awaited my first visit to India. I've heard so many tales combining fascination & horror and for the first time I did not want to expect anything out of this which somehow sounded paradoxical.
Back to my university days I had a fellow class mate from India who insisted on visiting the entrancing land that once captured the heart of the British Empire!
As young as twenty one, I spent most of my time at the British Library in London studying India’s scarcest manuscripts and browsing ancient books and transcripts dating back to the Indus Valley civilisations. I was rapt in a mania that blew me away immensely!
As I arrived in Bombay I was shown the way to a tiny hotel in a nearby village in which the drought had left it not viable, such a shame really as there are so many lovely trees that have passed their last breath and are about to depart this world very shortly. Cows were wandering everywhere without hesitation! There is no need for a driving licence(please excuse the pun) After all they were sacred!
My first jolt was as I apprehensively approached the village witnessing weeping children and dying corpses lying here and there that I could still hear their gurgling hiss!
My tears came in spurts and as I croaked, I felt a strange sickness well-up my stomach. “Don’t look sir; just keep walking” the local guide murmured...
Finally we got to the hotel which I could hardly call a slum!
I was received by this aged plump lady wearing an unusual colourful Sari,“ I like your Sari” I remarked; "Thank you sir, I made it from collected coffins cloths” She replied!
My face blushed and a similar feeling has pounded within me once more; “very nice indeed" Was my answer.
She insisted that I should pay upfront before I even saw the room;
“These are the rules here, sir” She claimed.
“No problem; how much do I owe you?"
Ojal(her name) replied “one hundred rupees please"
I instantly calculated them into English pounds, there were less than seventy five pence!
Shortly afterwards, I was shown to my room by a boy who seemed to be her grandson!
As the door opened ajar, my eyes seemed to bulge! To my surprise there was a ceiling fan too, I gave the boy a few rupees and shut the door behind.
The dust topped the place from top to bottom; no wonder it was so cheap! I told myself.
As I put my bag on the chair I glanced at a tiny mouse bouncing across the room! I immediately freaked out and screamed!
The boy was promptly back at the door, “Is there a problem, sir?”
"Yes, there is a mouse here!"
“No worry sir, mouse friendly! Said the boy with a sneering grin
"Are you scared? He asked"
“No; I’m not but I don’t like mice. Do you have another room?"
The boy looked rather pleased with himself, as he somewhat innocently said,"No sir we have only this room!"
I took a deep breath and as I exhaled I felt the room’s grimy sordid air deep inside
I cursed the moment that I came to this place and wondered whether to stay that night or leave!
Back to my university days I had a fellow class mate from India who insisted on visiting the entrancing land that once captured the heart of the British Empire!
As young as twenty one, I spent most of my time at the British Library in London studying India’s scarcest manuscripts and browsing ancient books and transcripts dating back to the Indus Valley civilisations. I was rapt in a mania that blew me away immensely!
As I arrived in Bombay I was shown the way to a tiny hotel in a nearby village in which the drought had left it not viable, such a shame really as there are so many lovely trees that have passed their last breath and are about to depart this world very shortly. Cows were wandering everywhere without hesitation! There is no need for a driving licence(please excuse the pun) After all they were sacred!
My first jolt was as I apprehensively approached the village witnessing weeping children and dying corpses lying here and there that I could still hear their gurgling hiss!
My tears came in spurts and as I croaked, I felt a strange sickness well-up my stomach. “Don’t look sir; just keep walking” the local guide murmured...
Finally we got to the hotel which I could hardly call a slum!
I was received by this aged plump lady wearing an unusual colourful Sari,“ I like your Sari” I remarked; "Thank you sir, I made it from collected coffins cloths” She replied!
My face blushed and a similar feeling has pounded within me once more; “very nice indeed" Was my answer.
She insisted that I should pay upfront before I even saw the room;
“These are the rules here, sir” She claimed.
“No problem; how much do I owe you?"
Ojal(her name) replied “one hundred rupees please"
I instantly calculated them into English pounds, there were less than seventy five pence!
Shortly afterwards, I was shown to my room by a boy who seemed to be her grandson!
As the door opened ajar, my eyes seemed to bulge! To my surprise there was a ceiling fan too, I gave the boy a few rupees and shut the door behind.
The dust topped the place from top to bottom; no wonder it was so cheap! I told myself.
As I put my bag on the chair I glanced at a tiny mouse bouncing across the room! I immediately freaked out and screamed!
The boy was promptly back at the door, “Is there a problem, sir?”
"Yes, there is a mouse here!"
“No worry sir, mouse friendly! Said the boy with a sneering grin
"Are you scared? He asked"
“No; I’m not but I don’t like mice. Do you have another room?"
The boy looked rather pleased with himself, as he somewhat innocently said,"No sir we have only this room!"
I took a deep breath and as I exhaled I felt the room’s grimy sordid air deep inside
I cursed the moment that I came to this place and wondered whether to stay that night or leave!
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Escapade in Amazonia / Edited
I could vividly see in mind the horrid reminiscences as the clock counted down my remaining minutes before boarding. My stooping posture relaxed as I sipped my coffee and watched through the double glaze skylight foyer as aeroplanes passed by...
At last I was able to say farewell to the hours of darkness that haunted me throughout my Amazonian journey, and somehow removed the colossal burden that left me emotionally broken!
The Amazon forest was my thrilling yet new adventure with a couple of friends accompanied by a local tour guide, two hours of being on a little craft that certainly had witnessed the first world war gave me a frightening fear that we were to capsize at any moment. It was far more fascinating to watch all those gigantic trees and exotic birds that no mankind has ever seen rather than worrying about this nonsense!
It made my heart flutter with joy and content however soon after our journey turned out to be a terrifying encounter when the local guide lost his way! "I’m new" he murmured; I remained tranquil yet showed no fret unlike my friends who were gnashing their teeth; as they’ve had read before how a journey to the Amazons could be the end of your life!
A few minutes later we found ourselves edging an ear-splitting waterfall in which the water force was so great that there was only one way to go... Ahead!
I thought that was my end not until I woke up amid an eerie tribe that I only have ever seen in movies. Was it the only Amazonian aboriginal tribe left? I wondered!
People were mumbling in unfamiliar language, another individual seemed to be leading some kind of ritual, one long stick in his right hand and incense in his left gazing at me thoroughly from peculiar eyes that emanated satanic hatred...
Was it likely I was being sacrificed to their God or perhaps be burnt and then eaten? Those ghastly noises they kept chanting had amplified my dread further and I had reason to believe my perception of what was to follow!
I still hadn’t noticed that I was nude as my mind was baffled with what it seemed so paradoxical... I was going to die, I screamed vulnerably, but alas no one knew what I was saying?!
I guess I wasn’t on the death list yet as the earth started to tremble planting horror in their souls, it was an earthquake that made them run restlessly not knowing where to go or what to do, "the Goddess is angry" I shouted!
I quickly got up and hurried to where my instinct led me, the rubble had stopped yet there was no sight of anyone tracking me behind, I don’t know for how long had I walked until I accidently fell into an expedition nearby; Thanks to them for helping me back for I owe them my life. I undoubtedly would have been a dead corpse by now!
At last I was able to say farewell to the hours of darkness that haunted me throughout my Amazonian journey, and somehow removed the colossal burden that left me emotionally broken!
The Amazon forest was my thrilling yet new adventure with a couple of friends accompanied by a local tour guide, two hours of being on a little craft that certainly had witnessed the first world war gave me a frightening fear that we were to capsize at any moment. It was far more fascinating to watch all those gigantic trees and exotic birds that no mankind has ever seen rather than worrying about this nonsense!
It made my heart flutter with joy and content however soon after our journey turned out to be a terrifying encounter when the local guide lost his way! "I’m new" he murmured; I remained tranquil yet showed no fret unlike my friends who were gnashing their teeth; as they’ve had read before how a journey to the Amazons could be the end of your life!
A few minutes later we found ourselves edging an ear-splitting waterfall in which the water force was so great that there was only one way to go... Ahead!
I thought that was my end not until I woke up amid an eerie tribe that I only have ever seen in movies. Was it the only Amazonian aboriginal tribe left? I wondered!
People were mumbling in unfamiliar language, another individual seemed to be leading some kind of ritual, one long stick in his right hand and incense in his left gazing at me thoroughly from peculiar eyes that emanated satanic hatred...
Was it likely I was being sacrificed to their God or perhaps be burnt and then eaten? Those ghastly noises they kept chanting had amplified my dread further and I had reason to believe my perception of what was to follow!
I still hadn’t noticed that I was nude as my mind was baffled with what it seemed so paradoxical... I was going to die, I screamed vulnerably, but alas no one knew what I was saying?!
I guess I wasn’t on the death list yet as the earth started to tremble planting horror in their souls, it was an earthquake that made them run restlessly not knowing where to go or what to do, "the Goddess is angry" I shouted!
I quickly got up and hurried to where my instinct led me, the rubble had stopped yet there was no sight of anyone tracking me behind, I don’t know for how long had I walked until I accidently fell into an expedition nearby; Thanks to them for helping me back for I owe them my life. I undoubtedly would have been a dead corpse by now!
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Ingenious life on other planets?
One of the most significant current discussion in the scientific philosophy is (UFOs) sightings which has been enough controversial for decades; though it seems coming into view far too often!
Over the past century there has been a dramatic increase in witnessing such events round the globe leaving many in peculiar wonder; nevertheless, far too little attention has been paid to these metaphysical occurrences...
One of the most important events of the 1997 was in Wales where as an unearthly spaceship fired a tube of light penetrating a man’s car which left him in morbid ailment.
More recently, the ministry of defence has emerged with thousands of report pages in contradictory findings about UFOs( A recent article in the Independent)
It makes me wonder whether or not I’ve seen a similar encounter during my childhood... I suppose I was an innocent bird to differentiate between an aeroplane and an alien spaceship!!!
Over the past century there has been a dramatic increase in witnessing such events round the globe leaving many in peculiar wonder; nevertheless, far too little attention has been paid to these metaphysical occurrences...
One of the most important events of the 1997 was in Wales where as an unearthly spaceship fired a tube of light penetrating a man’s car which left him in morbid ailment.
More recently, the ministry of defence has emerged with thousands of report pages in contradictory findings about UFOs( A recent article in the Independent)
It makes me wonder whether or not I’ve seen a similar encounter during my childhood... I suppose I was an innocent bird to differentiate between an aeroplane and an alien spaceship!!!
When the wind blew their homes !!!
Have you virtually started to think about reselling your home or perhaps renting it out particularly in the new global economy?
To a certain extent It may sounds easy for some to land on a genuine hunt yet the reality is often far adverse from the image that most have in their minds...
Ten tips to have on the lookout are vitally crucial when considering such a decision.
Anti social behaviour from neighbours can really deter potential house buyers and is becoming a controversial and much disputed subject amongst property dealers.
Multiple regression analysis revealed that the Illegal house improvement, property negligence and bad taste in workmanship can almost take up to 10% off your perspective deal; I always wondered why my grandparents never managed to sell their home; when I think about the eerie exterior and the grime garden they had it does now make a sense!!!
Taken together, these findings suggest that haunted houses, pet owners and the good school nearby continue to be ultra-red... I shan’t worry about this for now as I am a stone broke!!
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