Sometimes, when I’m trying to find the dreamiest places on earth to feature here, my astonishment is a bit more reserved and polite. You know — in that way where you’re like “wow, I can’t believe this place exists on earth,” but it’s not entirely a sublime experience and you’re also like “well, of course it would.” Like, “this place is amazing, but not stretching any realms of possibility — it’s just really beautiful.”
That is so not the case here. There is nothing reserved about the pinkness of the Pink Lake. It isn’t politely pink. It isn’t “pink when you fiddle with the hue/saturation levels.” It is real, honest to goodness, cotton candy pink — “naturally fuschia,” which is a strange and beautiful phrase. It literally seems like a figment (pigment?) of the imagination, but there is a “pink lake” on this green earth, and the water is legitimately this Barbie-Dream-House, cupcake-icing, nauseatingly cute shade of pink.