this is what you get when you let my bf do selfies :D *lol*
hey dear friends & followers,
we’ve been “celebrating” easter here in morocco yesterday: polish christians, austrian atheists and moroccan muslims coming together ;) and we discussed that it’s not about the festival, but more about coming together and spending time with friends and family. so… unite!
hang loose & take care
Originally posted on panorama surfguiding taghazout:
1. driving to the secret spot and do some warm-up
2. learn about surfing theory on the beach
3. do dry exercises and then… hey! ho! let’s go!
4. have heaps of fun in the water
5. our staff prepares beach tajine while we surf
6. enjoy traditional moroccan food after our surf session :)
it’s been 30 degrees celsius in the taghazout area the day before yesterday, but somehow only moroccan men think it’s been warm. it seems as if the local women here need it even warmer considering the outfits they wore… (attention: sarcasm!)
wow, I didn’t care about my blog for a rather long time. many things have changed in my life since I decided to travel the world searching for waves. I’m living in morocco by now with my bf. we’re trying to get our surfcamp/surfhostel started next winter season, we wanna start our own surflabel and I’m working online for europe to get some money before everything’s gonna be fine here.
I hope you’re still with me! I’m also planning to become a bodyart-trainer back home in september, because many people ask me if I can teach yoga, which I can’t, but bodyart should be faster and easier to learn and teach afterwards. I’m really looking forward to shaping my body more and more.
sunny greetz from morocco to all of you out there, I missed you!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,900 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.
it came to my mind these days that in the country of my bf, I’m considered “a tourist”. if my bf is in my country though, he is “a foreigner”. that is pretty sad…
on our big surftrip to indonesia this summer we got to know many “bilateral surfercouples”. it was so beautiful to see how the world slowly but surely starts to unite. I’d love to have a group photo with all of them.
there have been l. from indonesia and m. from japan, then p. from thailand and t. from germany, e. from indonesia and t. from belgium who have a baby now and so on and so forth – just beautiful!
my blog doesn’t have enough traffic to do that, but I’d love to have hundreds of pictures of couples who are from different countries and doing fine! if you are such a couple or if you know one, please help me out.
I hope to have a nice collage or picture-video of many of us soon :)
if you happen to stay at suka beach inn or mekar jaya in kuta/bali (benesari street near popies II) then please watch out! they stole two 50€-notes from our room in suka beach inn (we put the notes into a book and they found it; must have been the staff because the door wasn’t broken) and at mekar jaya they use to take a little amount of your rupees every single day, so that you don’t really know if somebody took it or if you spent it.
of course it can happen everywhere, but it happened to us at those two places, so I wanted to let you know. they don’t take laptops, cameras or phones as far as I know, only cash…
and everything “cheap cheap” of course! wow, after three weeks, if I hear someone asking me “massaaage?” again, I might run amok. bali is sooo exhausting. jimbaran, kuta, medewi, nusa lembongan, bingin… everywhere we go, the same questions. sometimes not even a “hello”, the only words we get is “motorbike?” or “transport?” or “sunglasses?” or “massage?”
I visited bali four years ago and also back then it was the same. I don’t know if it has been getting worse, but I cannot see or feel anything like calmness, spirituality or altruism on this island. there are only a handful of people left who see you as a human being – for most of them, you’re an ATM.
thank you old man in nusa lembongan for your honesty and kindness (if you need a place to stay there, go visit this lovely person at “johnnys losmen” – 100.000 rupees per night per room) and thank you beach boys near mcdonalds in kuta, partying with you was really funny and you didn’t want to fuck us like so many others. thanks to you I don’t hate bali in general…
ps: eat – pay – leave!
pps: I’m quite sure in a few years, you also have to pay for the smile…