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[2189] Of Three Sisters, Blue Mountains

This is an obligatory post after a visit to a World Heritage Site.

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The whole atmosphere reminded me of the X-Men. Why?

In one of many plots, the X-Men found themselves in the middle of a valley secluded from civilization. I cannot remember the name of the plot anymore but I am sure the cartoon version featured that plot too.

And damn, in my head, I am hearing:

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[2179] Of Manly

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A friend told me that British explorers found this place to be manly and hence, the name Manly. At least according to a French publication.

That is just too outrageous but I think Manly is my favorite beach so far.

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p/s — well, Wikipedia says:

Manly was named by Capt. Arthur Phillip for the indigenous people living there, “their confidence and manly behaviour made me give the name of Manly Cove to this place”. These men were of the Kay-ye-my clan (of the Guringai people). [Manly, New South Wales. Wikipedia. Accessed March 21 2010]

I owe a friend of mine an apology. How do you say sorry in French?

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[2105] Of more dunes

Nothing to write.

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My mind is something like that at the moment; empty.

This is somewhere near Port Stephens, New South Wales.

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[2094] Of dreaming of blowing wind and sandy beach

I cannot get it out of my mind. In my subconsciousness, I still feel the blowing wind in my face and I still feel the fine grainy sand under my feet.

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I am still stuck to a time of no worries. Sigh…

This path leads to a beach called Zenith, if I recall correctly.

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[2091] Of the attraction of sand dunes

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Vast empty space filled with sand reminds one of hostile barren desert.

Yet, despite its nothingness, it is beautiful. The waves drawn on the sand, towering dunes, deep temporary gullies and the shade make such landscape of emptiness somehow fulfilling.

Technically, the place above is not a desert. Port Stephens in New South Wales, Australia is close to the beach and the dunes are surrounded by trees. It is definitely not dry and even at the height of day, it was cooling.

But for all intends and purposes, it is for me. I have been to places with sand dunes back in Michigan but the dunes in Michigan — the Sleeping Bear Dunes by Lake Michigan — are no match for the one I saw several days ago.

The place so vast that it is enough for my imagination to run loose.

For once, I thought I could live with nothing, because it was beautiful.