HILLS!

On the coast road, south of Kuakata.

This is not terribly notable if you're living somewhere other than a country-sized flood-plain. But if you are (and I am), seeing any kind of hill, cliff, waterfall, or boulder of any description - anything that requires the ground to be more than muddy dust - is enough for the air to be torn with the joyous cry. 'Topography!' I bellow, to the mild confusion of those around me. 'Landscape!' I exult, as they look towards me with alarm. 'ESCARPMENT!' I rejoice, giggling uncontrollably as they back away and find the nearest police officer.

I know, I know, I'm swimming in synonyms just for the sake of it, and alienating those around me to boot. Inexcusable. But my excitement is sincere.

I like variety, and there's no variety like seeing a hill when you haven't seen one for a few months.