Places, places, promises, non-promises. There are several places on this planet that I'd definitely like to visit before I leave. Here are some;
1. Mato Grosso (Brazil)
2. Everglades (Florida)
3. Donana (Andalucia)
4. Uluru (a.k.a. Ayers Rock)
5. Rapa Nui (Easter Island)
Of course, in my younger and more vulnerable days, I wanted to visit such cities as Dublin, Berlin, Geneva, etc. Now the cities I want to visit are;
1. La Paz
2. Quebec City
3. Perth
4. Cape Town
5. Bergen
Why? Don't ask me, I don't even know. Isn't it strange the way we take fancy to some objects of obscure desires?
