I’M sitting in a kitchen in an apartment Berlin with nothing to write about. Well there’s a bunch to write about but I’m short on time – my girlfriend and another mate will be back with rations for dinner and some beers in the next 10 minutes so I gotta be quick. We’ve been here for a few days now and haven’t done a lot. We’ve had plenty of sleep because technically our bed is in an attic of sorts. You can’t stand up in the room and I’m hesitant to even call our mattress a single. But its super dark so you can’t tell what time it is, which results in wake-up times of about 11am on average (apologies if you’re reading this and are currently employed). We visited the East Side Gallery (a stretch of remains of the Berlin Wall that have been painted over), the memorial to the murdered Jews of Europe, a museum-y kinda place regarding the Nazis and their dirty deeds (which is appropriately situated on the former site of the Reich Security Main Office of the SS – the organisational centre of most of the Nazi regime’s heinous crimes and terror), and the Reichstag, among other touristy places. Other than that I’ve just been taming mega coffees to beat the cold, drinking longnecks here and there, and eating a bunch of sushi, which I’ve been lusting after for the past few months (Portugal, Spain, Morocco, South America etc. are lacking in the Japanese goodness). Continue reading
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PIXAR, the animation studio that brought you such greats as Toy Story, Finding Nemo and The Incredibles turned 25 this year, as did I yesterday. A quarter of a century, WOW. Pixar’s former chief executive and Apple guy Steve Jobs’ speech at somewhere (I dunno where, the title of the article isn’t clear) in 2005 still rings true – ‘you’ve got to find what you love’. I still don’t know what I want to do with my life, but I want it to involve animals and the environment. I’m probably going back to uni next year to follow that path. This means I’ll be a broke-ass student for three years (travel will take a backseat and will probably only constitute an Oz roadtrip and a 3-4 week overseas jaunt once a year). I could easily get a half-decent job somewhere without all the hassle of exams and stupid essays, but hey, what can ya do. As Jobs says, ‘stay foolish’. My good friend Dave is another example of this. I’ve been traveling with him for a good while and he’s currently in Colombia hanging out with another friend of mine from back home. He heads to Europe in a few weeks, spending a month here then he stops by Egypt and India for a few weeks on the way home (jealous?). He’s heading home earlier than he’d planned because he has to be back in time for a drum audition thingy to get accepted into his music degree at university. He realises that his choice of study is fraught with uncertainty – he’s not even sure what job he’ll get out of it – but he’s doing what he loves. And, like Steve Jobs’ story, I think the foolish path is the right one. Continue reading
TODAY is July the 15th. This means I haven’t eaten meat for 365 days. I’ve noticed that people often become a bit stand-offish when others get preachy and push their views on them without having asked for their opinion. I could tell you all the reasons I became a vegetarian and why I think it’s a winner but I’m not a preachy guy. Plus I can’t be bothered with a back and forth debate (like I see on Creepbook all the time). So all I’ll say is I like being a vegetarian, and I read a good book last year that you might like too (pictured above).
P.S. I´m still hanging around this little surf town in Panama and internet access is few and far between. Will update this thing soon.
I LIKE when a place creeps up and surprises you. I’d heard only shitty things about Lima, the capital of Peru and had only planned a one-night stop there on the way south. There are some decent waves an hour away in Punta Hermosa so the plan was to rest our weary bones in the supposedly shithouse Lima then find a bus south the next day. As they so often do, plans changed and instead of going south I went far north the following evening, but I was pretty stoked with how my 30-odd hours in the city went. Here’s a bit of a break down. Continue reading
Today I met a guy named Franklin. I was a walkin’ down a dusty road in Arica, north Chile, to check the waves at El Gringo – a heavy no-nonsense mother of a wave. So I’m looking out at the wind-blown surf when this guy, Franklin, who’s sitting there on his rusty white pushbike says in a thick American accent “Hey whatcha sayin’, you speak English?” I look over at him and his weathered face with its deep lines and ravines and on top, his slicked back grey hair and I say “yeah, I do”. Continue reading
BUENOS Aires is big. Fuck off big. With 13-million peeps living in the city – the second largest metropolitan area in South America – saying there’s a bit going on in town is the understatement of the year.
A lot’s been packed into the first few days in the “Paris of South America”. Continue reading