Andi meets swiss
In case you easily get jealous looking at beautiful pics from places far away, you should probably better not scroll down any further. But travelling is not always what it seems. It`s so easy to make yourself believe that everything is much better abroad. But it sure helps releasing your mind from beeing stuck in the same thinking and judging patterns and seeing the world from so many other angles...
Little boys path to finding answers to the two small questions "Why are we?" and "Could there be enough health and happiness for all of us?" continues. On the road he soon meets the two cool brasil cruising swiss
Crigi, surfmasta and first fair-hair rastafarai in Brasil
Juschk the foho dancing conquistador dos coraçoes brasileiros
The argentinian holder of our Pousada in FRANCES. Except that he served us breakfast still drunk almost every morning and fired two chambermaides during our short stay, he was by far the best and most sympathic guest holder so far. Here drinking his Cachaca and offering us and a bunch of others barbecue. "Are they friends?" "Friends? In my life I`ve only had three friends." Maybe he was only so nice to us because he wanted us to propose him for the next Lonely Planet issue.
Election time in Brasil - more like Carneval or a Formula 1 race. One party even offers free beer for everyone, they sure know how to gain votes...
Waiting for Godot. The word schedule doesn`t exist in brasilian portugese. You may 10 minutes or 5 hours you never know. Better learn the art of waiting!
One of many bus travels. Fortunately or unfortunately the back door woulden`t close
SALVADOR is supposed to be the cultural capital of Brasil. There sure are picturesque quarters and nice buildings. More impressions though left the many ruins, slums and poor people, for example the man, whom I didn`t dare to take picture of who lived begging in a hole in a wall
10 years ago there was only a dirt road leading to the idyllic fisher town ITACARE. Only a few hippies and perfect wave searching souls found the path. Surrounded by paradisic lonesome beaches the tale went fast. The beach below we found after an hour trail through the jungle. We thought we had found it, the BEACH. Getting closer sounds of caterpillars became louder and we leaned that a huge luxury hotel was beeing built behind. Paradise is not in Brasil...
He came, climbed, surfed, played and conquered - guess what!
Waves? This way!
Kelly Slater
and ME
Life is not always what it seems, but some precious moments it is...
It`s it for this time, my camera is broke so it`s unsure when the next issue will appear.
Last but not least, as usual already, some beach fashion...
Little boys path to finding answers to the two small questions "Why are we?" and "Could there be enough health and happiness for all of us?" continues. On the road he soon meets the two cool brasil cruising swiss
Crigi, surfmasta and first fair-hair rastafarai in Brasil
Juschk the foho dancing conquistador dos coraçoes brasileiros
The argentinian holder of our Pousada in FRANCES. Except that he served us breakfast still drunk almost every morning and fired two chambermaides during our short stay, he was by far the best and most sympathic guest holder so far. Here drinking his Cachaca and offering us and a bunch of others barbecue. "Are they friends?" "Friends? In my life I`ve only had three friends." Maybe he was only so nice to us because he wanted us to propose him for the next Lonely Planet issue.
Election time in Brasil - more like Carneval or a Formula 1 race. One party even offers free beer for everyone, they sure know how to gain votes...
Waiting for Godot. The word schedule doesn`t exist in brasilian portugese. You may 10 minutes or 5 hours you never know. Better learn the art of waiting!
One of many bus travels. Fortunately or unfortunately the back door woulden`t close
SALVADOR is supposed to be the cultural capital of Brasil. There sure are picturesque quarters and nice buildings. More impressions though left the many ruins, slums and poor people, for example the man, whom I didn`t dare to take picture of who lived begging in a hole in a wall
10 years ago there was only a dirt road leading to the idyllic fisher town ITACARE. Only a few hippies and perfect wave searching souls found the path. Surrounded by paradisic lonesome beaches the tale went fast. The beach below we found after an hour trail through the jungle. We thought we had found it, the BEACH. Getting closer sounds of caterpillars became louder and we leaned that a huge luxury hotel was beeing built behind. Paradise is not in Brasil...
He came, climbed, surfed, played and conquered - guess what!
Waves? This way!
Kelly Slater
and ME
Life is not always what it seems, but some precious moments it is...
It`s it for this time, my camera is broke so it`s unsure when the next issue will appear.
Last but not least, as usual already, some beach fashion...
