11 June 2009

The weakened self-confidence

Surely you couldn't but admire this gorgeous view (on the way down to the Dead Sea):

What with some barely identifiable, but still Roman dwellings down there and every tourist stopping and shooting the view. And of course, one could sing hosannas to the delicate play of colors at the sunset time over same Dead Sea - even on a muggy day when the air is bad for photography:

But then you visit other people's places and look at what they probably consider a banal unassuming view of the local countryside. And your confidence is... well, not shattered, but somewhat dented. And you start to see where that, sometimes annoying, aura of quiet superiority some Brits sport comes from.

On the other hand, maybe still... nah, whom I am kidding?