Dream Trip 2008: August

Great Travel Moment

Our tour guide was yelling at me to hurry up because the thundering herd had boarded the bus and were anxiously waiting to be transported to the bar. "Leave me, please just leave me," I said to myself. I wanted to join the woman with the umbrella as she walked back toward the temple. I wanted to hear her interpretation of the frescoes on the walls and how they had been spared from destruction by the Red Army. I can still feel the heat of the hot dry sun whenever I look at this picture.