This night was eventful. First a razzia by securities at 1 o’clock, then really no idea where to sleep on the middle of a metropolitan Saturday night fever. So we placed ourselves close to the beach, the girls wentto bed and me doing nightwatch (officer and gentleman)
Continue reading →Tag: the long walk west🌏
Little Buddha
This morning I held a very profound interview on the whole journey named LIFE. I am heading towards Barcelona. New country, new language, new adventure.
Continue reading →Tage wie dieser / days like this
Days like this do also exist
-had a shower
-washing machine washed clothes
Stimme der Oeffentlichkeit / void publique / public voice
What amazing things happen when you fall in love. Today I walked through Montpellier on a cloud 7 and really could see but beauty and love. I even interrupted lots of songs to say that I had fallen in love, and that is where the story of “voix publique” comes in…
Continue reading →Wiedersehen / Meeting again
I left my sleeping place rather in a hurry, lost the bearings of the Mac Donalds and did a pretty Odyssee to find myself underneath the golden arcs again.
I went back to the city and went to play the Jardin de la Fontaine. I took the 50 Centimes and left thinking in the vein of “let’s get the hell out of here”.
Make a new plan, Stan
After a neat Nutella-breakfast with Hueb, he approached me to the idea of my wheels, better said the wheel bearing was fucked! So I start my silent mourning for Rumi but hope we will make it to Spain (over the Pyrenees 🙂
Continue reading →Have you been to Sainte Maries de la Mer?
I found out in the morning that this is a petite Sainte-Tropez. I washed my clothes in the sea and hop on the bus and back to Arles.
In the streets of Arles, which are indeed lovely, Iplayed some tunes, but big customers kept away. Lots of pushy beggars ruined my income 😉 funny, uh.
Into the Lion’s Den and out
So I woke up in Lyon, found the probably most expensive super biological bread dealer in town and told him my story. After trying to find out what Tibet meant in French, I tried…
Continue reading →Feathers
This call goes to the French Academy. There is a new French word created by none less than me: namely “change-abri” Although similar in short-term behaviour, there is a huge difference on a longer scale of time.
Continue reading →I make you Fishers of Men – you want a Coke?
I woke upthis morning to a very nice and hot sun. I wished farewell to the fishermen Patrick and Patrik and went downtown to rock the fruit market. I earned my first 5 Euro bill. After my coffee I am going to rock this art exposition and try to get a boat ride to Macon or even Lyon. Keep the spirit up
So long so good, but it is one hell of an experience trying to type a blog with a keyboard where the letters A, M, W, Q, Z and Y are on different positions. Forget your learnt technique. I amm quicker with my iPhone…