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If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out

by Cat Stevens

Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are

And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are

You can do what you want
The opportunity's on
And if you can find a new way
You can do it today
You can make it all true
And you can make it undo
you see ah ah ah
its easy ah ah ah
You only need to know

Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no
'Cause there's a million ways to go
You know that there are

And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you
'Cause there's a million things to do
You know that there are

Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free
'Cause there's a million things to be
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are
You know that there are

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Warm love

Badboy Andy

Incredible India

Muselland Kaschmir













Shafi, history academic and present runner of the biggest stitching leather dynasty in Srinager, shows me around, tells me everything about the history of Kashmir, about Islam and the holy book. Of coarse we talk about marriages and relationships also...
It was back in time in the days of the second prophet after Adam. The prophet was thinking and what if after 3 or 4 years of marriage man sees a more beautiful woman? Well, if he can handle it, he shall have many women the prophet thought. Though a woman came up to him and asked and what if the woman finds someone she likes better? The prophet tumbled. Let me think about it over night, come back tomorrow, he said. In the night he was enlightened. Next morning he asked the woman: If you have a glass of water and one containing milk and you mix them up in a big bowl, will you still be able to separate them? And if a woman now has two men, how will she know who is the father of her child?
hm...




On my second day in Srinager I was invited to a engagement party including lamb slaughter, preparation of at least 15 meat dishes and the gay entertaining the folks with their dances.

Tar for road construction



Sadic, my gipsy mountain guide, couldn't keep up with my pace so he rode the pony instead















Gipsy women and kids




Where Indira Ghandi used to come when in need to empty her mind


Praying towards Mekka









free as an eagle




Little Tibet Ladakh


In the meanwhile I'm so famous that they make reliefs and drawings of me everywhere









fifty in the monastery, bounce
















Curious elder didn't like the picture so I had to make another one. I liked it though




Monk on bike with Ronaldo T-shirt


















Celebrating Dalai Lamas birthday in the himalayan heights. More on to come...



The fellowship on the trekVasiliki the greek gipsy Heidi, her friend Joanna on prohibited grounds, Asaf the israeli without warm socks and our guide Karma, tibetan refugee with good karma
not to forget horseman and cook living in the high altitudes








and of coarse Andi and his loyal companion even on 5500 m above sea level










Where Indus the holy river is still a stream


Not one single ride without breakdown

Stories when I'm back from the breathtaking roads in the himalayan mountains


Where I'm sitting in this publishing moment












thumbs up

TINTIN and the monks

Rising in the high altitudes of the Himalayan mountains little boy doesn't find the buddhist buddies as serious as expected. Playing games and chatting on their cell phones, relaxing and sniffing tabacco in the sun they are getting ready for the long and cold wintertime.

However he tries to stay as serious as possible on his path to enlightenment. Kneading sempa dough for breakfast, teaching them french, serving them tea, chatting in the sun, enchanting them with guitar tunes, and meditating to their powerful mantras in the mornings he shares a lot of happy moments with the monks. Considering the belches and sneezing during the prayers, the monk going mad for hours on the drums every morning and the otherone spinning the wheel of fortune from early morning till late at night, boy never figured wheter he found himself in a highly spiritual, a mental care or a insanity center. He was however deeply impressed and touched by the trueheartedness of all laughters and gestures.

I'm just sitting here watching the wheel go round and round...

Hindustan - Holy Cow

India wasn't India if it wasn't for the dirt, the noise, the heat, the howling, the chaos, the yelling, the fight for each rupee, the no sex before arranged marriage, the perverts and not doing everything to get close to western women, the gurus, the belief noone understands, the superstition, the big buisness of selling karma and spirituality, the beggers, the cripples, the little girle and her younger brother sleeping peacefully in the middle of traffic, though every now and then being enchanted by magical mystical, melancholic tunes and dreams of beautiful eyes and eternal love and the magic of a few growing in their hearts out of misery inspiring millions - Life and Death as natural and close as they can get

Begging with style

Singapoor

Sing I'm rich
Sing I'm poor
I don't understand this world no more

The Italian Mafiosi Andrea and his romance - the cute Swedisch lass Carolina - shelter me and invite me to all fancy places during my days in Singapore - a slight cultural shock walking down orchard road, one size bigger than Bahnhofstrasse

Shopping with the not yet desperate housewives



Feel like I'm home

and some flee from the consumption pressure, well maintaining their self irony

cruisin' indonesia

Moonwalking through Indonesia i walk into queen and king of the bongo, Joy and Simon, fullblood vegis and hot on all boards

We fight our way over volcanos and under water through lombokien intrigues, corruption bargaining, discussing and fighting. You live and learn. The lombok people is smelling money...

I had a million rupiahs, but I, I spent it all...




Bensin, silahkan!

Phoot love story

Sunrise over Kuta Lombok - the other Kuta. The smoke rising up through the forest comes from many local people still living without running water and electricity, friing rice for breakfast

Kitsch will make you happy

In Indonesia me is given the honor to spend some time with my mates

ROMAN the czech kiinstler, photographer, pornstar, king of the rackets, friend of the crabs or just known as ROtheMAN

and

BENE the barrel hungry hungarian, feared by all corals, pulling backside snaps higher than any other swiss or just BENESITO the conquistador




Together we would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Bene kept a lookout perched on Ro's gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow wheneer they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when I roared out my name

Who said these waves weren't ridable and who said you need fins to spray?

Staying in a little fishing village amongst the local people the kids would wake us up every morning, scream for the guitare, make us teach them english them teaching us indonesian and watching every our step

We were invited to a wedding party. Never use your left hand eating! The muslim prayers through the worst speakers kept us from sleep till the morning hours

Kiinstler oder was?

ROMANDISCHE Symbiose

My meditation skills have improved so much that nothing can disturb my inner peace anymore - almost nothing

ROs best friends

se more of their action on http://youtube.com/watch?v=p7IDokzExls - a must!

friends

had to put that comment ;-)

Land of Sheep

Forwarding, I become more and more naiv and innocent. The big cruel world of success, power, progress, heroism, pride, cult, fame, desire, publicity, propaganda and and and loses more and more appeal and importance, smelling flowers instead, my soul can laugh again - things become so clear!?
Which path to choose?
If you want to know more about New Zealand and it's culture, read the lonely planet!













What cows are happiest -
swiss or kiwis?





Auckland in style?




Rangi the lightest and coolest maori and his girlfriend Karina take me to their home in Mahia, show me all secret surfspots and lend me a car so I can get around the country. How nice is that?


















Nicht gestellt



Second morning I wake up, start driving half asleep. No car passing for minutes, as I hear one blowing the horn. Adrenaline, I pull over to the left. He's just pointing his fimger to his head...






Gas please!











golfing
kiwi style
























In New Plymouth there's a saying that when Mt. Taranaki,
Newzea's Fujijama, is in clouds, it's raining and when clear it's going to rain.










Malte the lucky german hitchhiker enjoying the ride to the far north...



Cape Reinga







Kiwi post box style...



























































I got the whole world in my hands,
I got the whole world in my hands...

























Not zinngiessen for new years - sand spitting in the dunes. What is it arguably telling me, note 6, I will have a lot of sex next year or sigs waegem gras oder em alkohol...?

















Adios, amigos! See you soon

In Paradise

Unfortunately, as I arrive in French Polynesia, the Tahitians didn't trade their beautiful women against digicams, mp3 players and other cool stuff of the modern world, like they did as Captain Cook debarked, back in the time though versus nails and other hardware, since mines were very rare on the atolls.
My luggage of course made its way over the ocean a week to late, but who would bother since the only needs you have here are a pair of bathing trunks and a surf board and of course a fully loaded credit card. As all goods have to travel far ways over the sea, prices are way above swiss standards.

With his siebensachen the steppenwolf walks his now lonely path, light hearted when in touch with the local people, when loving his dearest, when successful on the wave and in precious moments being stunned by the world and nature and feeling free as a bird.



The Tahitians seem to live a very peaceful and quiet life, paddling and fishing in their canoes, harvesting their fruit trees and guarding their properties along the coast. The pace sure is three gears slower than in the crazy west world. One sure wonders how they can afford the living and drive brandnew toyota trucks. But since they own all the property it suffices if only one person per family clan works seriously and it is beeing told that each clan carries a "herb" planter which brings good money.
However peaceful life may seem here, tahitians as other humans have a great desire for sex and in their bad habits of drinking too much alcohol, they cheat on their wives, very common and not even unmoralic before the missionaries came. It comes that lots of 18 year old and younger are child bearing. The kids however are in good hands by the loving women in the clans.














Robinson Crusoe exploring the island...









Early morning in the port of Papeete, the main reloading point in french polynesia


Lighthouse on Venus Point, where Captain Cook once observed the transit of the venus, which occurrs every 120 years, in the hope to calculate distances between sun and earth. The legend tells that measurements were a bit neglected due to rendez-vous with aphrodizing tahitian women...



















Canoes or Pirogues of this kind have been used by the natives for ever. Today piroguing is the number one sport on tahiti, every kid dreams of his own boat and the boats have accordingly been modernized. Here loading them on the cars after big competition.





20 minutes paddle to the surfspot - oh, my board colour taste sure has improved...



Following rumours about big swells hitting the island little boy hitchhikes to teahupoo, maybe the most famous wave in the world, smuggles himself on a boat loaded with pros and fotographers and learns that a good shot that day could be worth 20 000 dollars. Too bad he only has a borrowed ancient 1 megapixel cam after having been robbed money, credit card and cam - the other two fotographers drop their cams in the water unable to shoot anymore... however the quality just suffices for the blog, impressive having been so close.

Ikaika Kalama from Hawaii preparing his board for action

















Woman with kids






Another sunset