My city has changed a bit from when I first wrote the travelogue, it mentioned the hero object which has changed and I wanted to correct it. :)

The sound of water begins to enter your ear canals, waves are crashing nearby, the smell of earth and sand fill your nose. You make your way downwards to the edge of the cliff, seeing the endless amounts of water moving before you in unity brings you peace. You turn around and realise, you have found the city of Juneko. 

Juneko is a city hidden away from those who cannot find their inner peace, as to guide through this city in harmony, one must be able to feel the fresh air in their lungs and taste the world away from pollution. 
You look around to see the city is laid out in a fashion you are not accustomed to, everything is surrounded by sand. What you assume must be a path is lined with brightly coloured pipes that rise up and form dim lanterns. The city is rather scattered and you cannot tell if it has a pattern or not because the buildings are so different. Some buildings are wide, have rounded edges, strange dark colours and are covered in straight lines. Other buildings are tall and brightly coloured, in reds, blues and yellows while you can see that they have been hand-painted with circles and dots. Some buildings are tiny and round, with glass running through them filled with colours of reds and blues. When you get closer to these buildings, you reach out and touch them, curious to just how smooth they are. You expect to feel a brick-like pattern and texture underneath your fingertips, but instead, you feel the reminiscing touch of hardened clay with a texture that could only be made by the hands of a man. Running your hand along the clay architecture, your legs begin to move faster, sand filling your shoes, you find yourself running into the heart of Juneko. The glazed buildings around you begin to shift in height and pattern, every building appearing much more different than the previous one. You begin to reach the middle of Juneko. You are stunned, in front of you lies a large, glass building full of different coloured strands to play with the light and reflections from the waves from the sea. The large building has cement and clay structures emanating from the roof and from the side. The building is bustling with life, with artists, they are the beating heart of Juneko. The scale of the clay-like buildings reminds you ‘that the reality of scale in nature presents us with the interesting problem of how to make man-made objects that are as strong as those in nature.’ This is what the city strives towards, making art visual for everybody to enjoy. 
When walking back through the city in a different direction, you find yourself heading back towards the sea. You notice that every building has a different series of patterns and colours. As you continue walking, you see young people covered in half dried clay and paint, carryings, all smiling and quietly heading toward the large building made of glass. You reach the edge of the cliff and see below you hundreds of feet of ladders going forever downwards, nervously stepping forward you cast your eyes upon bundles of rusty picks and shovels near the bottom of the cliff, tied up in a large net, with a few other large sacks tied up nearby them. They appear to be hanging just above where the tide is coming in. No wonder the shovels have become so rusty. You look a bit closer to where the tide keeps falling away to see that the cliff has large pockets of possible mine-shafts and caves right at the bottom where the cliff meets the sand. The tide keeps flowing in and out, getting louder and ever slowly getting higher and higher, making its way up the cliff, filling the mines with water. You wonder how the cliff manages not to erode or fall away when you see a man come over with a rope and a pick. He ties himself to the rope and that rope to a large rock on the cliff. He begins to make his way downward and pick away at some of the drier cliff edge. You back away out of fear the man may fall, and keep an eye on his rope. You sigh of relief when the man climbs back up with a large piece of mud in his hand. He smiles at you, sitting down and placing his lump of clay before him. He stares out at the sea and begins moulding the clay into soft, gentle shapes. You feel a warm energy fill your chest watching the man peacefully crafting his work. You turn back to the city and start walking again as the sun begins to set. With one foot in front of the other, you make your way around the rounded building the light of the falling sun above hits it and you can clearly see the buildings small cracks from where the ceramics have dried out. The sand around the house is swirling until it meets the next building which is tall and rectangular. The sand here is straight and parallel. The sands merge together as one, a large pattern of flowing energy.


You follow around the edge of Juneko where the sand begins to fade away into mud, clay and rocks again, keeping your distance to take in the sizes and shapes of the city. The sun above is beginning to set and you can see just how beautiful Juneko is. You glance back at the city, seeing the way the light plays with the glass studio in the centre. You feel at peace, the smell of the sea, the breath of the wind and the sight of the spiralling town before you. With a deep breath, you wish you could always feel as relaxed as Juneko makes you feel.