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“today is […] the first of the year you have chosen to start something new with your life“… – words from a very precious person of mine. and yes, he is right! finally it’s 2013. finally the year of my big planned adventure started. finally I will do something new and different. have a sunny new year and I hope we see each other at some of the most amazing surfspots on this beautiful planet!
hugs & kisses, peace & love -steph
ps: on saturday I’m off to morocco again :)))
it’s been a while since I found the energy to post again. my beloved cat sangeeta (also called sunny) died on december 17th and I had spent the two weeks before that tragic moment at veterinarians. I will miss her forever (I guess only people who also have/had pets can understand these sentences…) – R.I.P. my darling…
telling you about her reminds me now that I wanted to share an experience with you I underwent in morocco on my last surf trip at the end of october this year. it has been during the days of “eid al-adha”, the feast of the sacrifice. reams of sheep had to die these days.
my friend and I had a vegetarian dinner in a little restaurant in taghazout and heard bloodcurdling screams – we saw three sheep, laying on their backs on top of a landrover defender, their feet tied together in pairs. they didn’t stop shrieking. after five minutes the driver jumped again in his car and off they went.
killing and eating animals is one thing, scaring the shit out of helpless beings is a crime in my humble opinion! so my dear friends, think of me and get yourself some nice veggie food on your next surftrip…
being silly II
my shaper boys from hani’s have been doing some cool stuff these days:
so, ever since I saw the video I was wandering how they did it. today I got the answer:
big lol & thumbs up guys! :)
tu me manques…
what to do on a rainy wednesday? riding messy waves – just to get wet! ;)
it’s almost one week since we’ve returned from our surftrip to taghazout/morocco, so I guess I should really keep going (as hard as it is) and tell you a little bit about this stinky, though lovely surfers’ village.
we’ve arrived in the middle of the night after a three or more hours drive from marrakesh. it was cold and rainy and our taxi driver had no heating in his old mercedes-benz, so we had to drive with open windows, because when we closed them, they were filming over with condensation and our driver couldn’t see a thing. so far so freezing.
finally in taghazout we checked in to our room, well – I don’t know if you can actually call it a room, it was more kind of a big broom closet with two beds and no window, which is actually quite popular in this region, so I wasn’t too worried about it. and anyway far too tired to care at all.
when we woke up in the morning and went to the community terrace, we saw this to the left…
…and this to the right…
…so I straightly went up to the rooftop to have a larger view of this fantastic spots, but then I saw this…
ok, so there is hardly any booze available in this lovely little village, but if I had a rooftop with one of the greatest surfspot-views in the whole world and I cannot open an open air pub up there, I would at least make it cosy. and you don’t even need a lot of money for it. some old mattresses and cushions, some plant pots and you’re done! or what about a small rooftop café with a fabulous view over hash and anchor point? or even a rooftop “hostel” (like you have it in jerusalem for example) where surfergirls and -boys can sleep under a starry sky?
I guess there’s only one solution: I have to buy (well, being realistic about it, rent) something there and make my dreams come true! :)
hey guys and görls,
just a quick goodbye – in four hours I’m off and on my way to tamraght and taghazout (morocco). looking forward to telling you everything about this surftrip!
take care, hang loose, sunshine to you
the first number which cannot be counted with a human’s ten fingers…
…thx to summerteifi, I’m nominated for the “liebster blog award”, whatever that is ;) but if I got that right, it’s like a chain letter: I have to tell you eleven random things about myself, I have to answer summerteifi’s eleven questions and I have to nominate another eleven bloggers asking them eleven questions. if not, I will problably rot in hell forever, my legs transform into sodium (atomic number eleven) and suffer from eleven years of bad luck. but as I am more or less unlucky since 2007, it wouldn’t really change my life ;)
let’s do it:
I celebrated my 30th birthday under the motto “be part of the first anniversary of my 29th birthday”; my dad is a soldier and my all-time-hero; I have been a huge fan of boysetsfire for many years; I once wanted to get a tattoo that would have said “sangeet meri jan hai” which is hindi and means “music is my life”; I would like to experience how it would be to be part of a self-sustaining, organically operating mini-farmer hippie-commune; I am a vegetarian for over sixteen years already; sometimes I like my job, sometimes I really truly, madly, deeply hate it; I don’t fall in love easily, but if, then superdeep (and most of the time without safety rope); I have coincidentally written an unpublished book together with somebody else; due to my job I met many musicians and it’s a real shame that brandon boyd is not only indescribably handsome, but also supernice (but he is a little cross-eyed, thank g-d he’s not one hundred percent perfect); I love my custom surfboard which I ordered at hani’s in tel aviv yafo
that’s been the first eleven! let’s answer summerteifi’s questions:
if I had to go to one special place right now, it would be arugam bay in sri lanka; my favourite relaxation program is surfing, because it somehow really cleans my mind; my favourite flower is the corn poppy; when I’m with friends my favourite thing to do is camping; oh, that’s a nice one… the track I’m listening to at the moment twentyfour seven is joey cape’s and tony sly’s “international you day”; writing helps me to bring my thoughts in order somehow, but I often need the feedback of other people to be really satisfied; I started blogging only because of an acquaintance and I guess it’s helping me to stay on my path for next year’s big surftrip; I would really like to be a suricate, because they live in groups and take such good care of each other; the first thing when I woke up this morning was yelling “shit” because I didn’t want to go to work; george clooney, gerad butler or johnny depp? who the f*** is gerald butler??? I would have to go for johnny depp but only and really only in the role of jack sparrow! :); where is question number eleven, summerteifi?
and now I’m breaking the rules (and rot in hell forever and you know the rest…):
I will only nominate two of my followers here and now, because it’s them who make me happy whenever I see that they posted something new. two is a nicer number then eleven anyway – it’s the atomic number of helium which makes your voice funny when inhaling it. it’s an important number in judaism, you know, noah and the ark and so on. the chinese say “good things come in pairs” and if you perhaps once read “brida” you will know that I got a really romantic and spiritual feeling about it. these are my eleven questions for you guys (I’m not breaking this rule, see! *lol*):
what are you most afraid of? do you believe in soulmates? what does “home” mean to you? do you believe in being a happy single? what’s your favourite place on this planet and why (is that two questions or one – oh la la, I’m breaking the rules again…)? what is love? how many languages do you speak (am I now still allowed to ask which ones)? what do you think or feel about the atheist-trend in the western world? my dream is to quit my job and travel next year – what is yours? do you sleep in pyjamas, shorts, a t-shirt or perhaps even naked? do you like my blog? ;)
and the nominees go to:
…and this is the longest post I have ever written in my wordpress-career, so for now, layla tov, good night, bonne nuit, gute nacht, shub ratri, god natt, selamat tidur and sweet dreams to all of you! ;*
international “you” day
I just don’t know who “you” are, yet…