Tuesday, April 3, 2007

The Ambipod of Svarga

Good winds were with me all the way to the Isle of Svarga, home of an interesting temple complex and an amazing relic of a forgotten culture, The Ambipod.

I tacked the SS Bad Diplomat to the small bay near the gates of the city, where a stone ring serves as a welcome point for travellers and provides a convenient campsite.



To reach the Temple complex, one must cross a broad moat, luckily empty of any harmful species, then proceed through the stone gate towards the main temple grounds.



Once you have reached the structure, climb the ancient stair and look for a stone pedestal.



At the stone pedestal there is found a mechanism to mysteriously summon a moving carriage (cleverly suspended by wires, I suspect) that will take you to the Ambipod.



In my estimation the Ambipod is a unique promontory, through which may be gazed a clear version of the night stars; but it so much more, indeed! As you lie in the warm suspending pools there, and gaze upward, you will see many wonders- the galaxy above, the auroras of the night, shooting stars streaking across the heaven- at once serene and exciting. The visions one sees, and the music of the spheres one seems to hear, lead me to the conclusion that the natural gasses of the promontory must stimulate these visions, as such sights seem somehow beyond nature.



The daguerrotypes here do no justice to the visions and feeling of serenity one encounters in these pools, and I heartily suggest a visit while such treasures are yet unexploited.



I have the Intrepid adventuress Liliana, an old cohort in the Caledon spelunking team, to thank for describing and then leading my way to this treasure in the past. It is a tranquil place to discuss weighty matters, and seems to encourage the discussion of philosophies arcane and esoteric, (perhaps through its infuence of Pythian gasses.)



Upon exiting the Ambipod promontory, one is inspired to explore the plazas and gardens of this forgotten polynesian culture. The architecture is noble and ambitious, and remarkable well perserved for the climate.



Gardens and cliffs festooned with exotic flora and rippling with waterfalls abound. A short trip to the rugged coastline is rewarded by spectacular vistas. Soon I said farewell to this fine island with one last look, and set my charts for a stop at Parrot Island.

1 comment:

Christine McAllister Pearse said...

What an adventure my dear Mr. Abel! That looks to be quite a beautiful place that you visited.