Concrete is solid.
It's harder than my fist.
So, even how tired, frustrated, pissed off you are, still DON'T punch your fist to wall of concrete boat! Or if you really have to do it, then use your left hand. (Or vice versa if you are left handed)
July 29, 2009
July 28, 2009
Satu dinggin bir Bintang, makasia!
Powered by wind we crossed Indian ocean, Timor sea, Banda sea and sailed 600 nautical miles from Darwin to Ambon. And here I am in a capital of spice islands. I'm tired, but happy. I smell the familiar fragrance of Indonesia and I'll lit a clove gicarette and open a cold Bintang beer - or maybe few...
July 17, 2009
I'm heading home
What does it means?
I don't know.
But anyway it feels good: Journey to home.
How long it will take? I don't know.
Some route to Helsinki.
I have some plans, I have many dreams, but I don,t know.
What do I know!?
I'm at Darwin now.
I have a home, a tent on my friends garden.
Wheather is warm.. it's a tropical dry season, you know.
There is music on the streets..storytelling on the teather.
Friends here and there from here and there.
I like this place.
I'm happy today.
And there is a boat in marina.
Captain John and big boss Jenny.
Tomorrow we'll lift sails, sail towarards Indonesia,
And I'm on my way to home,
I don't know.
But anyway it feels good: Journey to home.
How long it will take? I don't know.
Some route to Helsinki.
I have some plans, I have many dreams, but I don,t know.
What do I know!?
I'm at Darwin now.
I have a home, a tent on my friends garden.
Wheather is warm.. it's a tropical dry season, you know.
There is music on the streets..storytelling on the teather.
Friends here and there from here and there.
I like this place.
I'm happy today.
And there is a boat in marina.
Captain John and big boss Jenny.
Tomorrow we'll lift sails, sail towarards Indonesia,
And I'm on my way to home,
June 29, 2009
Uluášu - Earth mother
Ancient beat.
A path stepped by millions tourists.
Dreaming and sacret sites of Anangu people.
The rock smiles, so do I.
A path stepped by millions tourists.
Dreaming and sacret sites of Anangu people.
The rock smiles, so do I.
June 24, 2009
Destination
New friends.
A hired car.
550km.
This moment, this day.
Destination.
And I'm there. Somewhere.
About 16 months I have been wondering towards Uluru. But time and distances get mixed up in my mind: Kilometers, mails, hours, days and months. Was it yesterday when I started this journey,
or was it ten years ago?
And from where? Towards what?
And who it was who left?
Was it me?
A hired car.
550km.
This moment, this day.
Destination.
And I'm there. Somewhere.
About 16 months I have been wondering towards Uluru. But time and distances get mixed up in my mind: Kilometers, mails, hours, days and months. Was it yesterday when I started this journey,
or was it ten years ago?
And from where? Towards what?
And who it was who left?
Was it me?
June 21, 2009
A winter day
Yellow leaves on grass.
Lonely bench on a park.
Early Sunday morning and the city wakes up.
Swans are black and pelicans look like dolls,
but the air of Adelaide smell like Helsinki on September, today.
I step on a train (again..)
Me - Uluru 1650km
Lonely bench on a park.
Early Sunday morning and the city wakes up.
Swans are black and pelicans look like dolls,
but the air of Adelaide smell like Helsinki on September, today.
I step on a train (again..)
Me - Uluru 1650km
June 17, 2009
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