BIKEs and BIKERs

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Yo Yo Yo
A long long way home!
Back on the track again!
Mountains, Wind, Sea, Sand, Bikes, Eternity...

Off piste she went and never ever returned back...

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caressing ocean licking your ankles. atlantic winds blowing straight into suntanned face. And you swim, swim further, diving into the salt cooling water. The waves are these of proper kiting size. Imagining Robby Nash jumping here with you. The exit from harbor is closer with every stroke. Exit to the enermous water space sparkling under the bright ( Read more... )

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Really. tired of doing nothing. start hating Amster, cuz absolutely... If you think that you saw it all, look again. Loesje. Look again. Nothing to look at. Still. Pile of stoned tourists, hmm...

Sand dances, fierwork, harbour, and I'm the only foreigner on this private party...

in the train Roma-Paris:
me: excuse me could i smoke here?
italian train manager: no it's forbidden. But everybody does it. So never mind.

Enermous, buitiful, exciting! perfecto! i live in the flat in the Roma"s center and spend all day losing myself in this city. Adriatic...mmmm ... la mare!
Ancient, ancient, ancient.
And now i"m gonna learn how do they do it... real pepper pasta!

This picture's taken by Michael during our trip through coffeeshops.........


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