THERE ARE AT LEAST EIGHT LAKES ON EARTH THAT ARE NATURALLY PINK IN COLOUR
There actually are at least eight saltwater lakes on Earth that are pink in colour! Lake Reyna in Senegal is one such lake that is nearly 40% salt. The Hutt Lagoon, Pink Lake, Lake Hillier and Quairading Pink Lake are lakes in Australia that are pink. However, the Pink lake is not really pink throughout the year. When salinity rises in the lake water and the right amount of sunlight hits the lake, it's algae turns into a mix of pink and red.
Salina de Torrevieja in Spain is another pink lake. Dusty Rose Lake in Canada is the only pink lake that is not saline and does not have any algae formation, yet is pink as it gets throughout the year. Though there is no clear explanation for the colour, a common belief is that underground glacial water passes through rocks collecting minerals and sediments which give the water it's pinkness. Masazirgol or Masazir Lake in Azerbaijan is the last of the "discovered" pink lakes.
These lakes are pink in colour because of a certain algae that breed only in saltwater.
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MYTHS OF THE LATVIAN HORSE
OMULI loves horses. Horses are Latvian tradition. The Latvian horse was officially recognized a few years ago, but for OMULI, the affection goes way back.
BUT HOW DID IT ALL BEGIN? It began with a roaming horse who found home in Livonia. It was not a regular Sunday morning, the kitchen was busy, six workers were assigned to the preparations of the coming event. A sack of salt from lake Masazir just arrived, everyone was excited. At the dinning table, the young family was enjoying breakfast—fresh butter, eggs and bread, and cold deer prepared with herbs from the fields. The young boy asked his father.
Boy – Papa.
Father – What is it, lad?
B – Did you buy that horse?
F – What horse is that?
B – The horse you were going to buy me for my birthday.
F – I know nothing about any horse.
B – But one of the stable boys told Nelly you'd already bought it and it was at Doolan's farm where Mick the groom was breaking it in. Is that true?
F – When is your birthday?
B – Next Tuesday.
F – Well, you'll have to wait till then to find out. [1]
It was Tuesday morning and the boy didn’t get any sleep, he could only thing about meeting the horse. He rushed into his parent’s chambers and asked the father to bring him to the farm. He laugh, kissed him, and asked to get the chariot ready.
At the farm, and despite his excitement, the boy slowly approached the stable, looking carefully to all the horses. He wanted to recognize the one, he wanted a magical bond. The horse was big, massive. His skin was black, high-gloss-black. He had foreigner eyes, eyes that trusted no one. Where can he possible come from?—the boy asked. As the boy approached, the horse made a loud noise, kicked the wooden door and breathed profusely. Mick calmed the horse in an unfamiliar tongue, kneeled down and told to the boy.
Mick – Do not look in her eye. Ikran is not horse. Once Shahaylu is made, Ikran will fly with only one hunter in the whole life. To become Taronyu, hunter, you must choose your own Ikran and he must choose you.
Boy – When?
M – When you are ready. [2]
Many springs passed and the boy and the horse enjoyed each other’s company. They shared carrots, salt, and sugar cane from the Caribbean. One sunny day, the horse told the boy—let’s talk to the world, to the forest and the mountains, “I’ll take you for a holiday by the lake or by the sea. Tighten your belt and don't give an inch. Tighten your belt.” [3] They went West.
* * *
The horse and the boy galloped. Followed the Danube, drank from the Rhine, crossed the Alps, played in the Pyrenees, ate at the Black Sea, and waved to the Atlantic Ocean. One rough evening, “They rode down from the high mountain deserts to a place he loved. He had played as a child with his twin. A palace in the middle of a lake.” [4] It was raining, the dark clouds were gathering, the wind was blowing directly to their faces. The boy asked the horse to get them out faster. Branches, water, lightnings, noises, heavy breathing, then, darkness… The horse opened his eyes next to a cliff, there was a woman in a soaking raincoat. Are you ok?—she asked.
Horse – Where is the boy?
Woman – What boy?
H – The boy!
W – I don’t know. There is no boy
We were running fast—the horse said—“And then I heard footsteps. Fast footsteps. Ow, ow! And I saw these pink shoes running towards me. And then they disappeared. And then I heard a crack. And then he fell off me.” [5] The horse got back to his feet and start walking, slowly, into the fog.
* * *
The horse roamed alone, no compass, no purpose. “And when that need is gone, when belief has died, what are you? A man without a master. […] The Ronin could have hired themselves to new masters. They could have fought for themselves. But they chose honor. They chose myth.” [6] The horse could not come back home. He didn’t want to. “It’s a forest. And like a forest it's easy to lose your way, to get lost, to forget where you came in.” [7] —the horse said as he went in.
One day, at the edge of the forest, when the sunlight seemed to last forever, and the shadows were very long, he saw something new—“How do we get to those other shores? To those blue hills.” [8] to that place that looks “Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening. […] And green at night. Just like that, one, two, three, four.” [9] —There was magic coming from the ground as he heard a voice. The boy’s voice.
Boy – Tell me, tell me. Describe all you can see.
Horse – I feel some grass under my feet. And it's a bit windy. And cold. And damp. And there's forest all around me. And I can see Golden the Pony Boy. Galloping here. Here, right in front of me. And I can hear some water. But I cannot see it. Oh, here it is. The river.
B – Is the water made of millions of tiny pieces of cellophane?
H – No, it's real water. [10]
The boy was everywhere. “Open your eyes. You are the earth, you are the green, you are the blue, you are the Aleph, you are the essence. Look at the flower. Look at the flower. For the first time, look at the flowers.” [11]
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