Thoughts on a train

Here I sit, listening to Acton Dread by Rusko, in the S train. All in colours, not wearing a mask, unlike everyone else. I just got kicked off my original train, not because of the mask thing, and I have a ticket, but because there has apparently been seat tickets reinforced, but only on some trains this time! And right after the conductor checked my ticket, he told me to get off at the next station and switch trains, while right after he told everyone very loud on speaker about the penalty of 750 DKK if one did not have the (FREE) seat ticket booked before embarking. All this only on some trains, and still as we have to wear masks in the trains, which was what originally anulled the seat ticket rule… You follow so far?! Because I certaintly don’t! Fuck…

But the reason why I felt inspired to write actually, was that I sit here, in all my colours, without a mask, but with a smile because I listen to good music and am on my way to beautiful and loving people. And then suddenly I notice that I feel wrong for showing my happiness here. I look around and only see bored, tired and sad people. I feel wrong, like I have to adapt to these sad surroundings or someone is going to be angry at me for not showing “Samfundssind” aka solidarity!
I imagine this little film in my mind, where a speck or splash of colour, maybe even small explosions of rainbow paint (me), dance around in between the grey and uniform people at a train platform (my surroundings), bursting with contagious happiness not easily received but craved, alone or rare in the odd society the world has become… And I can’t decide whether I can before myself more now, or less.

Just thoughts on a train, but oh so very relevant and realistic thoughts!

Childhood memories

So I wanted to start blogging again, whenever I can, and for some reason in English this time. Maybe just this once, maybe I will continue or switch whenever I feel for it! In whichever language will express my feelings and inner visuals the best 💖

I took a walk in the park around the corner from my place the other day, I had already taken a walk on the concrete sidewalks and was on my way home, when the beautiful sunset and the scent of trees and feeling of wind drew me to turn around and continue to the park, like a magnet pulling me towards Nature, with willow trees and a lake. I started walking, took off my headphones and breathed in to the sound of birds singing. I saw some of the first white flowers on a cherry tree, just unfolded and fresh. I suddenly remembered how I used to take long walks in nature where I grew up, with or without music but certainly without a phone!

I was lucky to grow up right next to large areas of fields and nature, and used to spent much time there and went for long walks alone for kilometers even as a kid. It was a place I could dwell in and display my feelings, positive or negative, without judgement and self censorship.

I got so happy – standing there with the cherry blossoms between my fingers (do correct me if I’m wrong) , and remembered that we should always keep doing what made us happy as a child. Don’t forget. That was your intuition speaking to you, your higher sense of healing, and it has unlikely changed that, what made you happy back then, makes you happy today.

Remember 🙏

 

Glædelig fars dag 💞😘

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Fes, Day 244: Crossing Gibraltar, Tangier → Chefchaouen → Fes

So I made it on one of the last ferries to the African continent that day, thrilled to have made it to my goal – to cross the same day. I got a ride to Tangier and the truck driver stayed and waited for my host an hour with me, even though he had a family and children waiting, long into the night. I ended up sending him home and waiting alone for my host, who had sad ‘3 minutes and then I’m there’ and again ’10 minutes’ and even so he came one and a half hour later then he shuld have. My stay with this host ended up being a bit absurd, like living with a Moroccan incarnation of Michael Cera from Crystal Fairy; he constantly told me white lies to improve his image or who knows what, he did weird ninja-like morning gymnastics in front of me when I woke up and also, woke me up in the middle of the night, telling me how he didn’t understand why I wanted to sleep and why I didn’t go out. And if I wanted to watch movies, also complaining he couldn’t buy cigarettes during Ramadan and that he was bored and had nothing to do. His house was filthy and we only ate the food that I bought, because his was aldready gone bad. But besides that he was actually trying his best and wanted me to have a good time I think.

During these two days I had talked with another couchsurfer about HH to Chefchaouen – the hash capital and old city of Morocco. So we did, it only took us around 3 hours. Chefchaouen is a charming little city with the whole medina painted blue, in the mountains with chilled out vibes. I really like the place and will come back one day.

Chefchaouen at night with a true Arabic moon and Venus and Jupiter above. Stunning!

After that, I went to Fes alone with a bus – note to travellers: DON’T go with local bus companies unless you speak good Arabic or French. I did the mistake of buying a cheaper ticket than the ones that the tourist company CTM offers, resulting in me having to change bus twice, the last bus wanting to charge me for another ticket even though I had already paid in the start of the journey, and the whole bus full ofangry men and little me fighting in Arabic over whether I should pay again or not. One guy ended up paying for me, because he was so angry at the busdriver charging me more apparently. So nice of him! Bus confusing sitting in the middle of a discussion in Arabic, with fasting and irritable men, not understanding anything.
I arrived 2 1/2 hours later than expected to Fes and it took me several hours to track down my host, Fatima, but I finally found her at her work place, the Ryad Mabrouka, which was like arriving in a 1000 and 1 night fairytale-paradise where Fatima prepared the most delicious food and mint tea for me, sitting in the garden by the pool and talking with the loveliest lady of all time. So much love.

More pics of Fes from the following days below.

Dear Fatima

Breaking the fast on night with Fatima 🙂 Time for breakfast!

Today I’m planning my trip to Marrakech where I will spend my last 4 days of my journey here in Morocco before I head back to France and Europe! Uh exciting!
Hopefully I have learned more than 5 french words by then haha. Let’s see how it goes!

Madrid, Day 233: Home!

Oh yeah I lied, so I’m not home exactly, but arriving in Europe was like coming home. A thrilled sensation of something very familiar hit me the second I got into the city center of Madrid and the sensation was elevated even more after aknowledging that I could still very much communicate with people, in the Spanish that I had learned in the past 8 months. To think about the level you get in high school in 3 years, intensely taught several hours a week, versus learning it slowly in the street in a latin country, it seems almost futile to learn a language outside of it’s natural frames.
I spent almost a week in Madrid, waiting for a letter from my bank in Denmark, moving house and changing host 2 times – the next more lovely and kind and cool than the previous. I spent smiling and enjoyable times in luxurious apartments, with the best WiFi I had had in 8 months, with the sweetest people, eating delicious Spanish foods. If it hadn’t been for the wish of being in Morocco, unknown and exciting territory, as soon as possible – I had probably stayed in Madrid! Haha.
But nonetheless, a week after my arrival to Spain I ventured south alone to hitchhike my way to Tangier – the first city you reach (if taking the ferry from Algeciras in Spain) after crossing the Gibraltar strait, on the African continent. The first ride I god outside of Madrid by hitchhiking, was with a very old guy who ended up really reminding me of the old man in Into the Wild that ends up wanting to adopt Alex. He was the sweetest guy, buying me food, talking to me about his young days when he had long hair and used to sit in the side of the road, partly covering his face with his hair so drivers would think he was a girl. When they stopped, he would then jump in before they realized he was a guy and then started to talk to them so they would realize he did no harm at all. A tough world for a male hitchhiker – still is!
He was also smoking joints while driving haha, but driving skills were good. I slept a bit at a point and whenever we passed through beautiful regions he would wake me up so I could see.

It took me around 16 hours to HH from Madrid to Tangier and I was very lucky – Hitchwiki states that southern Spain is one of the most difficult places to hitchhike. I even got a ride, in Algeciras, with the first truck I signalled to – onto the ferry and through his connections, all the way to the city Tangier afterwards (which is 40 km from Tangier Meditteranean, the habour). The Moroccan men have been very very kind to me; giving me food, water, a place to sleep and all this in very poor language skills on both parts, partly in Spanish, French and English.
I will never forget that day of HH experience – I met so many nice people and it again gives me the feeling of wanting to pay it forward and do good to other people, in order to repay all the kindness.

Adventures in Morocco with pics will follow later 😉

Lovely Carolina/Mundo was my 2. host in Madrid and by far has the sweeeeetest apartment!
She is also very nice 😉 haha, kidding, she’s the best!
WIll visit again, and you are always welcome in my home!

Animation

UFO and Cosmos exhibition – this is melted sand from a desert that is created when meteors hit, from the intense heat. It was/is worshipped in some African tribes.

A painting from 1461, showing a knight being beamed up by a UFO it seems

Huge drawing in kiddy-style like fashion of alien killing machine/spaceship/solar-powered alien tech something something

Time machine!

Bogotá, Day 224: Big City → Summer humidity → The Caribbean → Jungle → Big City

I get pulled out of my dreams into the limbo between asleep and awake, with a whisper

“…Everything’s so different…”

I hear sounds emerging quietly from the new world I am waking up in, feeling myself lying in the buschair, wrapped cosily in my blanket. I’m lying on a seat by the window and when I open my eyes the only thing that keeps me from visibly reacting in awe of the sight I’m seeing, is my tired state of mind. In front of me through the window, as if the glass was not even there – is a crystal clear sky of baby blue, pink and faint yellow like a lollipop painted sky above a white fluffy sea surrounded by brown plains of desert with tall, green cacti as the only vegetation growing more than 50 cm out of the ground. In the sunrise this inredible sight, as the bus floats through the mountains, amazes me. It takes me several minutes, looking at the infinite sea of white fluff, to realize it is not the sea.. we are driving on the mountaintops over a sea of clouds that streaches out into infinity!
When we reach the foggy middle, we descend under the great layer and down to clouded valleys way down below and all the way down to the sea and Lima.

My first impression of Lima is dirty, trashed, very big, populated and smelly. We arrive at a small terminal in a clearly poorer part of town, or at least a very dirty neighbourhood. I call Lili and get directions for a taxi. I go to meet her in a park in the Miraflores part of town. To get there, we drive for quite a while and enter a way more modern and clean part of Lima with many restaurants, café’s, comercials everytwhere, skyscrapers, parks with WiFi and neatly dressed people. She finds me after some time and we exchange loving hugs and catch up. I meet some of her friends and we go to her mom’s house where her mom, three sisters, nephew and a very sniffy dog live. I get more insight in Peruvian families and culture while I stay there for a few days and how different some family members can truly be from the rest of their family sometimes. My theory is, that all the black sheep from most families meet and make friends. That’s at least what my group of friends, across countries and social layers, seem to be made of. It’s lovely so see Lili again and talk some more, and I end up wishing I had more time in Lima to talk with her and share talents. However, after a few days in the immense Peruvian capital, I have a flight to Bogotá in Colombia. Lili and me have a cozy last day at the beach and want to meet up with Essie (whom I made friends with in Pisac, Peru) who arrives that day too, on her birthday, and have to fly out of the airport almost the same time as me. It doesn’t work though and the whole evening end up in stressful chaos as both me and Essie getting stuck in traffic separately for many hours, resulting in me arriving to the airport 30 minutes before my flight and the personnel not wanting to let me in. I have to buy a new flight ticket for the next morning (as I had a connection to the Caribbean beach town Santa Marta the next afternoon) for 170$ extra and have 11,5 hours in the airport. First I’m pissed and frustrated and on the verge to tears but then I give it up and buy myself a big icecream and the biggest cappuccino at Starbucks. I sit down and use the Internet and become happier and happier for not having to stress more after a 3,5 hours of being stuck in traffic on the way to a missed flight-pain-in-the-ass situation; find a lot of food coupons and guess who shows up: David from Wisdom Forest! A really nice guy whom I liked to talk to when I was there but didn’t have so much time with before I left. We end up talking for hours and drinking more coffee and having a really good time. He leaves around 3 in the morning; his flight was at 4:20 haha. I was good going for quite a while until around 6 in the morning where the caffeine didn’t seem to work any more and the airport-full-of-gluten-food started to get to me. However, I made it to Bogotá and only had to wait for a few hours before I had my connection to Santa Marta. A wall of heat hit me in the later afternoon when getting out of the plane and I welcomed the 33 degrees gratefuly. I met a nice guy and his dad on the plane who helped me getting to a hostel in Santa Marta before my adventure out the next day to find this Alex guy that Stephan recommended me to visit – in a forest by the beach out of Santa Marta. Santa Marta is definitely a place where local or international tourists go to kick off at the beach and buy expensive food and drinks. We ate at a Chinese place in the evening where the waitress didn’t know what integral (whole grain) or trigo (wheat) meant! Unhealthy lifestyle ftw!

The next day I went with a bus to try to find this house of Alex. The bus dropped me off by a bridge with a shop in the jungle, and that was IT; nothing else. I asked the people in the shop who told me Alex was in Bogotá, but there was one other camping further up the path across the dried out river below the bridge. I had crossed the equator and reached summer in Colombia – a really hot one without much rain this year.
I walked between the banana palmtrees, almond trees, mango trees, mandarine trees, the big trees with beanpods as long as my arms (I forget what they’re called, but you can eat the white fluff around the beans inside like with the cacao beans), the dried out river bed and coconut palmtress. Birds were twitting and chipping and the golden rays of the afternoon sun penetrated the many shades of green. Midway I came to this huuuuuge, ancient tree – one of those where new, thin, brown roots grow out from the lower branches of tree; hanging down and growing into the ground, making the trunk thicker and thicker with age, looking like a giant redish brown jellyfish connected to the ground with the tails, all green on top. You can push the hanging roots aside like drapes and walk into little spaces between them, seeing the trunk from the inside where a net of roots have made walls for spider colonies to live in and people to climb up into the tree (I thought, but didn’t try it out). I found La casa de Gloria, which is a beautiful place with open structures, a nice water system, small and big dreamcatchers, crystal alters everywhere, small dolls and figures, art, colours, many plants and lots of piglets and puppies. Gloria herself and a guy, who was staying and working there temporarily, where the only ones there. Interesting people both of them – Gloria a strong woman with strong charisma and opinions and a bit frightening force behind her eyes, could be both friendly and helping and very interesting to talk to but also very aggressive in her way of speaking and interrupting and not listening always. I found out she was double Saggitarius and worked with crystals. Carlos on the other hand was so so soft and lively and feminine, very feminine, and very lovely and funny. Lots of energy too. Taurus he was, embracing his feminine sideswonderfully.
I definitely had some interesting conversations but also had to deal with my boundaries being crossed a few times, within myself, with the very dominant personality of my host in some ways.
She ended up actually owing me money at the time I left and couldn’t pay it back.
“Pero tu tienes, tu tienes” she said (but you have ((money)), you have); but just because you’re blonde, European, American or just LOOK Western, doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re rich.

Anyway, she shared with me a lot of interesting things and advice and gave me a good contact for buying rare crystals in Bogotá. I found the guy, and several others in the Artesania (crafts) network, and made a good deal of making a ring with a little beautiful a rare Tanzanite.

I was a bit pissed to say it mildly when I arrived to the airport in Santa Marta as my host had cheated me for some money and I had to pay a ridiculous price of 25.000 Colombian pesos for my boarding pass just because I hadn’t printed it out beforehand. I arrived to Bogotá in a better mood though as I had talked with an American/Lebanese guy on the plane that insisted persistently he wanted to transform my mood to the better. It worked. We went to get something to eat after landing and I found Mati – a good friend of Cedar and Andrea’s ex girlfriend. I just had the loveliest weekend with her with lots of good food, weird-ass movies (thanks Beth, we enjoyed Black Mirror) and lots of graffiti pics. I also went by this art gallery where they private-collect streetart on canvas, photos, stickers, clothes and all kinds of artsy stuff from upcoming artists in Bogotá and Colombia, promoting and helping the artists becoming bigger and getting connections. They also make 2,5 hour free graffiti tours every morning around Bogotá. They saw my photos and really liked them – even some curious street walkers dropped in and looked at them too while the owner was looking, asking who made those. A shame I’m not staying! The shop seemed like a good place to hook up contacts 🙂

Now I’m in the airport, about to leave South America after being here for 8 months, crazy! It seems so strange, and I’m kind of glad I’m landing in Spain – still being able to communicate and ease out of the Latin ambient before I have to relearn French and learn some Arabic in Morocco.

Bye Latin American continent, you will see me again!
Lima, Peru:

Polaroid toilet roll in a hipster-analogue-shop

A pretty Lili

Flying (to Bogotá) over the indefinite sea of clouds that I had seen from the bus

Vrinda restaurant in Lima

Vrinda restaurant in Lima

Vrinda restaurant in Lima

Vrinda restaurant in Lima

Exhibition in Kennedy park, Lima

Nice piece, except her tattoo! a shame

The sea by Lima ❤

The love park where boyfriends and girldfriends gather to cuddle

Santa Marta, Colombia:

All you can eat Mangos – mango trees everywhere you go

Ascension board!

The dishwashing station

A part of the Quebrada Valencia waterfalls – fresh drinking water and natural 10-15 m deep swimming pool!

Wise old lady

My favorite note so far in the whole world

First glimpse of the Caribbean, the 4th of June!
Happy birthday Hof, Ulle, Cedar and Sofie ;D I spent your whole birthday completely alone, completely naked in the sun and shade of the palm trees on the beach by the Caribbean with the sound of the waves and the wind as the only sounds. How better to celebrate?

Bogotá, Colombia:

Lovely nights

My cool host 😉

Graffiti event: all who wanted gathered to make a sketch of the same tag/word. The best ones got to paint it together on a wall 🙂

Every single heart has it’s root deep in nature

Nice weeds 😉

Reminded me of a Santana cover!

A little pic upload

 – From my time in the little house in Pisac with a garden, a very healing raw-fast and lovely people!

One of Helenas paintings in process

Helena and Jaga

The dreadlock fairies

Pisac, Day 205: Fast Carribean Bacterial Parasite Trance

Sooo I haven’t written much for a while. For various reasons (I was dancing, in bed sick, didn’t have internet or didn’t give a fuck), however now it must be time to update the ones who likes to know, and also I’m getting to a point where I am trying out everything there is to do from bed/my room.

After Bolivia I went with Carol to hitchhike to Arkana festival in the Sacred Valley in Peru near Machu Picchu. My friend Sara from Sweden, whom I met at Wisdom Forest and who was going to play at the festival, invited me.
Carol and me didn’t exactly end up hitching much more than 3 rides – although we did get to the festival pretty cheap – but had a great trip where we saw The Gate of the Gods by the Titicaca lake, called Puerta de Hayu Marka locally, which is an ancient star portal of the gods. It is believed that the gods have entered through there before, also an Inka priest have gone through to the gods never to return, and the gods will one day come again.
We met Mono, Carol’s friend who’s also a DJ, on the way to the festival 2 times at separate places until he decided to travel with us. We arrived to the festival roughly 24 hours after leaving La Paz (we also took a night bus at some point) and set up our tent. The festival was probably the tiniest I’ve ever been to. The little deco that was there was nicely made and a lot of good food was offered. It was situated at old Inka crop terraces, which are spread out all over the Sacred Valley. We set up our tent at the “DJ terrace” – right below and next to the stage. Nicely situated, but only a few meters from the right speakers. But who needs to sleep?
I didn’t see Sara that night and it would turn out that I wouldn’t meet her at all. She never came, and that was not the only surprise during that festival. We quickly found out the next day, after Mono had played prob. The best set I had heard so far, of really nice Fullon trance, that apparently the owner of the festival had gone to jail even before the festival started! For what, no one knew. I did meet Will and Jake from WF though and it was nice seeing them again. This cocky Peruvian guy with dreads had come over to me on the dancefloor that morning and I thought he seemed familiar but couldn’t place him. He said he liked the way I danced and that he thought we had met in a previous life and blablablabla and that I should just do what I did and he just wanted to tell me, and ‘Ciao Hermosa’. YeYe I thought, smartass. After he tried to get my attention a few times unsuccessfully, he tried with Carol and succeeded. She loved it and they ended up having a lot of fun together – so much I had to find another tent to sleep in one of the nights, but whatever. Haha. I was happy for her, although it was a bit inconvenient for all parts every time I had to get something of mine in the tent. As it turned out later, she didn’t go back to La Paz directly after the festival as planned, but stayed in Cusco with the guy. Oh and the guy, during the festival, came over and said: I made that dread on you, didn’t I?
And I thought, OOoohhh yeeeeah that’s where I met him! Haha. Another life, right.
Another, but probably the biggest surprise that day, was that in the afternoon I went by the eating area and thought I saw Emil’s face talking to someone. I thought I had seen wrong, but kept an eye on the person while I passed some people to get to see better. But when I saw him properly, it was freaking him! I was in shocked disbelief and went up to him, tapped him on the shoulder and said: “Hva’ fanden laver du her?!” (In english, what the hell are you doing here?!)
He turned around with a weird look and quickly as a spark lit up in a huge smile and gave me a big hug. We hugged a few times and couldn’t believe what was happening. Then, of course, he told me that the other Emil was also here. He took me to him and we hugged all three of us for a long time with shriek voices of happiness and still a bit of disbelief.

We ended up dancing almost contact-impro-like to the whole set of the only Danish DJ present, who played something really smooth, a bit alike Trentemøller, in the Techno-tent (the other stage). It was so much fun and almost weird to appreciate it so much just to see Danes.
There was a river right next to the festival in which I was bathing in every day – so refreshing, and it provided delicious mountain drinking water.

On the Sunday I met some lovely fairies who invited me to their house in Pisac and we exchanged contacts. In the evening I said goodbye to everyone, traded a massage for a pair of earrings I’ve wanted for a long while, and headed for The Camping in Ollantaytambo – the nearest town. By then, I had learned that four different in the Valley was known for each their element. Ollantaytambo is Water, and I enjoyed the rizzling sounds of the many small irrigation systems on the way into town.
I found The Camping, and a bed – the worst! It had boards under the thin mattress whide spread apart and most of them juuust long enough to reach the end of the frame – which resulted in, if you moved too much or just sat down sometimes, the boards would fall down and your bed collapse in a incomfortable sandwich. It was, however, a bed, and what I needed that night since I had no tent.
After spending two nights at the actually really lovely place with a garden and outside town, I felt uncomfortable with the people at the place, and even though I had got up by sunrise that day with terrible diarrhea, I decided to gather some strength and pack my stuff and leave. I could have dealt with the people situation, but didn’t at all feel up for it that day, so I ran like a chicken. Next time, I told myself, I will confront the situation. I water-fasted that day and the next in Pisac, where I checked in at a nice vegetarian restaurant the morning after arriving the night before. That morning though I was so weak, I could hardly drag myself to the bathroom. I was constantly freezing, having cold feet and hands but feverish head; being pale as a grey sheet. After some Skyping with family and friends, I got convinced on dragging myself out of bed, putting on clothes, and telling the lady who had the hostal that I needed a doctor. She was an angel and led me all the way to the hospital and even stayed for the entire 5 hours I was there for observation with drop in IV and experimented on with different shots. She went out and got some prescribed medicin at the farmacy while I got, what appeared to be (the nurses were not exactly keen on communicating what they were pumping me with!) antibiotics in a shot, because I sat straight up and vomited in a bucket a nurse was fast to put under me, right after she had taken back the empty syringe from my IV. I was lying there freezing while they gave me different stuff in shots and asked me questions. Some of the shots burned so much in my veins it felt like acid was being pumped up through my arm. The lady, Anna her name is, from the Hostal was almost there the whole 5 hours though and helped explain stuff the nurses didn’t have time to; asked questions for me and talked to me and gave me water. She was simply the nicest and I’m glad she was there. Finally after 5 hours and a bit of verbal pushing and questioning from Anna to the nurses, I got my IV taken out and could walk back home to my room, with the message to come back tomorrow if I felt worse or the same, to make some tests.
The next morning Anna forgot to wake me up so I could see if I needed to go back to the hospital, but I did feel better. I had contacted Essie, one of the fairies living in the house in Pisac, and we ended up meeting up to move to their house. I hugged Anna and said thanks and Essie was just the nicest and carried my bag all the way to the house, which is 5-10 minutes out of Pisac with a view over cornfields and the mountains in the valleay, + Pisac itself. The loveliest spot with a garden with peaches, apples, onions, parsley, mint, cilantro, all kinds of salad, quinoa and many other things I’m sure. All four living there I had already seen at the festival and they greeted me so warmly. We made a bed for me at the floor and had a lovely night watching Ancient aliens and drinking tea that Essie made. Essie and Beth went to the jungle the day after and I now have the room for myself for a few days until they come back. Out here you notice the wildlife again, and I haven’t seen the same yellow and turquoise birds since Ecuador! They are so beautiful. There’s a frequent visitor here, Chocolate they call him – a pretty but a bit cocky dog, who has a broken front leg. He is really cute an terrifired of the dynamite explosions they perform at the other side of the valley in the mornings, and when that happens, he jumps into my room and hides under the bed. The girls made a bed for him with a pillow, a water- and food bowl and a blanket under the stairs outside where he sleeps once in a while and gets leftovers from our meals. He started following me when I go to town or the house all the time and is a nice, halting companion. I wait for him and he waits for me.

I ended up making tests at the hospital anyway, and now know that I both have a stomach infection AND a parasite. The doctor prescribed me electrolytes and antibiotics and told me to eat meatsoup. When I said that I don’t eat meat, she chuckled a bit hopelessly and said: “well then we have a problem”. She only thinks meat is good for my stomach right now and no fruits and vegetables are good – they are too watery. Uhh excuse me, water is what you need when dehydrated! And meat: the healthiest thing, seriously? Meat has so many fibers, it might even make my digestions fuck up even more.
I said thanks and went to the pharmacy and got the electrolytes (which comes in a huge bottle with fake strawberry flavour, yuck) and didn’t get the antibiotics. I instead googled antiparasitical foods and bought a good bagful of raw goodies. I have decided to antiparasite-raw-fast until Thursday where I will take a bus to Lima and continue my travels. That gives me half a day today, 3 whole days and half a day Thursday to raw fast, unless I cut up some veggies and fruits for the journey. I could do that..
Staying here at the house, if the girls allow it when they get back, with sun, a garden and only raw stuff and immune-strengthening tea everyday + positive thoughts (watch the doc: “What the bleep do we know?” so follow my train of thought) cannot make me worse. Meatsoup, hah. Go home!

Gate of the Gods:

Arkana Festival:

Nice ash trays!
And easy to make!
Something for Danish, and other, trance festivals?

Arkana (main) stage

Well, you wanna be seen like that, you will get published 😉

Essie doing acro!

Essie doing acro!

Essie doing acro!

Out lovely house and a little trip in Pisac to the Kinsa Ccocha lagoon, perfect place for psychedelics!

It was like we had teleported into Scotland or Ireland (these last 4 are not my pics btw).

The little house with the veggiegarden I stayed and raw fasted in!

La Paz, Day 196: Pics upload, Salar De Uyuni

Here are some mixed photos, but mainly from me and Tyler’s hitchhiking adventure down through most of Bolivia to visit the famous Salt Flats near Uyuni, going through Potosí on the way and visiting Sucre – The White City – after that. I hitchhiked all the way back to La Paz alone and made it in one day – 678 km 🙂 What an adventure!

Movienight!

Movienight!

El Alto Market – once a town for itself, now melted together with growing La Paz. Here I got my wallet stolen for the 2. time in South America!

Teleferico from EL Alto

Birds have made a nest in the bar’s glass wall where a cube is broken from the outside

Vegan Chai ❤

Vegan Orea cakes! omg!!

Our little kitchen, which now has wallpaper! Wow!

The roof

View over the brick waves of La Paz

View over the brick waves of La Paz

Shittiest room I probably slept in, since Old Tingri in Tibet ´09.

Biking to Salar de Uyuni

  

La Paz, Day 189: Birthday night

So this night was crazy busy with a wedding in the salon, a shot party upstairs and the chef’s birthday on top of it all. She made sushi for us – vegan for Jakob and me, and (some of us) partied to the sun rose. I will let the photos speak for themselves!
Oh and I n.e.e.d. to get that playlist Stephan! Damn it those were good tunes!

Skeptical Jakob 😀

Stephan DJ’ing!