terima kasih

this is way too personal now, but I don’t want to agonize over it at the moment. exactly one year ago my grandpa died. I do not consider myself religious but I’m sometimes “talking” to him and asking him why he cannot take better care of me from where he is now.

but I guess he took enough care of me. he left some money for me on this earth and I started thinking about what to do with it. then the idea of my surf trip rose and this must be the path he paved for me.

thank you for making this possible! and I’m looking forward to experiencing what you arranged for me on my adventurous journey from wave to wave…

destiny destination

one year and one month ago, in the indian ocean, it all started.

I met travellers from israel and I realised that I don’t know much, almost nothing, about this part of the world, its religion, its people, its conflicts, its language, its ugliness and beauteousness. at that time, I rent a board whose shape has been so wow that I just had to have an equivalent.

eleven months ago there was another blow of fate – if this is a term that can be full of happiness and luck. I was blessed to get to know a very special soul, who kept me close to promised land.

two months ago I picked up my custom board, which is absolutely amazing, in old yafo.

one week ago – it has been raining cats and dogs and I’ve been bored back home after my latest surf trip – I had nothing better to do than join a friend on a meeting and… I met perhaps the one guy in my small town who is originally from tel aviv.

at the very moment I’m reading a book about an australian girl in india – and what is she writing about since 20 pages? israelis, judaism.

pleased to meet you!

or is this perhaps only the topic of bent cutlery in your drawer…?

hey there

hello, shalom, hei, hallå, olá, ahoj, merhaba and namaste!

it took me a very long time to travel the world with passion again, but now, as it is rising unstoppably inside of me, I enjoy it with open arms and open eyes, almost like a child.

surfing has become my best friend on the road, if it is wavesurfing, couchsurfing, tentsurfing or whatever you can think of. and you know, “the best surfer is the one who has the most fun in the water”! I’m sometimes still working on that issue…

english is not the language I have been raised with, but from childhood on it has been a very important instrument for me and in the meantime I guess I’m using it more often as my mother/father tongue.

why did I start this blog? actually it hasn’t been an idea of my own. a friend I met on the road has called my attention to it and as I am just about to smooth and polish an already written absolutely true story, I guess it couldn’t hurt to get to know you, dear world.

I am really looking forward and I hope you feel the same,

hang loose & take care