There is a reason for this current mental state, unable to grasp reality. It's not only me, its hundreds of people out there who weren't able to return home. Anthony Bourdain explains what is it about this place that changes you, why and how have we gone bamboo.
(Part 4 is about my personal infatuation, my own going bamboo time, substitute the pig parts with the culinary veggie magic I had in Ubud, and the music.. oh that gamelan )
Is it may be the end of the road for me as well?
zaterdag 9 oktober 2010
vrijdag 8 oktober 2010
Gastropods
Not having time to eat, means that life has triumphed. Days start and end in a haze. No time to comb my hair, no time to read a book, no time to answer emails, no time to write, no time to lough, no time to live. Where is time? Where has it all gone? Who deprived us from our leisure? Arranging bills, ordering furniture, opening bank accounts, sub-renting rooms and taking pictures of garages. What is life? IKEA shopping. Just don't want to be here most of the time. And it's always been like that. Counterbalance all this with researching river catchments in Indonesia and deforestation rates in Costa Rica. Home work case studies: An Earth-system perspective of the global nitrogen cycle. Wake up and ask myself, what am I doing here, why did I chose this. Better never ask these questions again. Let it all go, let myself go even if it is a struggle. It is always a struggle and it shouldn't be. Search for peace and simplicity in every day's niches. A cup of tea, a warm embrace, a sunny morning. Learn the features of all gastropods, go to the beach and name them all. Bake birthday cakes at midnight. What else could I do? Please help. I'm lost again.
maandag 4 oktober 2010
Babies
This documentary will truly make you smile. It could be quite disturbing at times, forcing troubling impressions. But recommended if you, just like me, enjoy celebrating the richness of life on Earth.
zondag 3 oktober 2010
Housekeeping
Always fun. Sometimes dysfunctional. Never unnecessary.
Hostels.
Waiting for 15 minutes for the toilet is probably not the most amusing beginning of the day.
Listening to the girl under you on the bunk bed snore is may be not the best way to end a day.
But the community, fun and chaos are invaluable.
Considering the idea of creating a new blog with only the most bizarre, random and hilarious stuff that happens in hostels around the globe.
I am sitting in a hostel just now and the idea of this post entry actually came from my slightly hungover head. We had a party last night here at the hostel and today everyone is slow and jolly. Both management and guests seem a bit confused. Its 10:00 am and they are opening a second bottle of vodka. My food is gone. I eat other people's food. Two Australians knock on the door “Housekeeping”, enter and start searching the bed of the girl who did not make it back to the room last night.
Me, confused: “What are you doing guys?”
Aussie 1: “Housekeeping... stealing shit”
Aussie 2: “She is a she-male, man, look at all this pink stuff around here”.
Me: “Aha.. all right”
You get used to it. To the noise, to the complete absence of privacy. To hasty people, calmer people, all foreigners like you sharing a building, looking for temporary friendships, uncommitted love and a good time. Those who stay long seem to have shut down all needs and private priorities, do not mind the couple shagging on the adjacent bunk bed or the constant noise in the living room.
This is my 3rd week in a hostel and sometimes I am about to explode. They will always be necessary and they will always lead me to life-changing individuals, housemates, soul-mates and partners. They must be endured and appreciated.
I just needed a place to stay until I find home. If ever.
Hostels.
Waiting for 15 minutes for the toilet is probably not the most amusing beginning of the day.
Listening to the girl under you on the bunk bed snore is may be not the best way to end a day.
But the community, fun and chaos are invaluable.
Considering the idea of creating a new blog with only the most bizarre, random and hilarious stuff that happens in hostels around the globe.
I am sitting in a hostel just now and the idea of this post entry actually came from my slightly hungover head. We had a party last night here at the hostel and today everyone is slow and jolly. Both management and guests seem a bit confused. Its 10:00 am and they are opening a second bottle of vodka. My food is gone. I eat other people's food. Two Australians knock on the door “Housekeeping”, enter and start searching the bed of the girl who did not make it back to the room last night.
Me, confused: “What are you doing guys?”
Aussie 1: “Housekeeping... stealing shit”
Aussie 2: “She is a she-male, man, look at all this pink stuff around here”.
Me: “Aha.. all right”
You get used to it. To the noise, to the complete absence of privacy. To hasty people, calmer people, all foreigners like you sharing a building, looking for temporary friendships, uncommitted love and a good time. Those who stay long seem to have shut down all needs and private priorities, do not mind the couple shagging on the adjacent bunk bed or the constant noise in the living room.
This is my 3rd week in a hostel and sometimes I am about to explode. They will always be necessary and they will always lead me to life-changing individuals, housemates, soul-mates and partners. They must be endured and appreciated.
I just needed a place to stay until I find home. If ever.
zondag 26 september 2010
Walking
"It is true, we are but faint-hearted crusaders, even the walkers, nowadays, who undertake no persevering, never-ending enterprises. Our expeditions are but tours, and come round again at evening to the old hearth-side from which we set out. Half the walk is but retracing our steps. We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance, in the spirit of undying adventure, never to return-- prepared to send back our embalmed hearts only as relics to our desolate kingdoms. If you are ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife and child and friends, and never see them again--if you have paid your debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man--then you are ready for a walk."
(Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1862)
(Henry David Thoreau, Walking, 1862)
zaterdag 25 september 2010
Lines
Once you open your mind you start seeing connections that other people can't. Or may be those connections spot you first, and excited by prospects that your mind is offering, drag you nearer and nearer.
You start going places that need you and only you
People enter your life without a permission, they grab you by the hand and lead you towards your own private place of this huge jigsaw puzzle.
And if you are really able to see beyond your fatigue, beyond your exam schedule, beyond your failures, successes and beyond your precious needs, then you realize that everything could not have have happened better than this.
Every single person in your days was important. Every single person you will meet will be important. Try to be excellent to them and respect the fact that your paths have crossed and you've had the honor of influencing and provoking, loving and annoying each other.
You start going places that need you and only you
People enter your life without a permission, they grab you by the hand and lead you towards your own private place of this huge jigsaw puzzle.
And if you are really able to see beyond your fatigue, beyond your exam schedule, beyond your failures, successes and beyond your precious needs, then you realize that everything could not have have happened better than this.
Every single person in your days was important. Every single person you will meet will be important. Try to be excellent to them and respect the fact that your paths have crossed and you've had the honor of influencing and provoking, loving and annoying each other.
maandag 20 september 2010
The tidal wave
I will never forget the day that changed my life. I was 11 and heedless, cycling through my small hometown with a boy that I'd met just a day ago. He was foreign to this place, spoke funny Bulgarian and cared about nothing. We climbed up the stadium grandstand roof and unmounted a few of the light bulbs. I stood up right, there on the highest point I had ever been to, shaking and trembling, eaten by a tickling vertigo rush. I stood still and admired the landscape. Parts of the hilly Sacar mountain, parts of the conifer forest, the small vine yards and all of this beauty defiled by a giant Christian cross. At this moment precisely is when I realized that I am in for a long and eventful journey.
donderdag 16 september 2010
Check the record
Now life becomes a different story when Blondie is played in the luxury shopping mall, Arcade Fire in H&M, Jack Johnson in Sainsbury's (while I am trying to master the art of self check-in) and the evening live session on radio 2 is by Radiohead. Probably that's why I am here. In this dark medieval city, the rainiest part of the rainiest part of Europe. My first day in Edinburgh welcomed me with this book – a book I have been trying to find since I read about it on the internetnet a few years ago. To be found nowhere else, but in Princes Str. Backpacker's Hostel.
Point taken, thank you very much. The Fall in my head while wandering around this place.. I will be getting used to all this. These narrow meandering streets, all this pouring rain (I really love rainy countries, don't I), all that sexy Scottish accent, red hairs, massive churches, castles, hills and whatever else is there.
And no sorry no pics, unless you want rain photographed at various angles.
Point taken, thank you very much. The Fall in my head while wandering around this place.. I will be getting used to all this. These narrow meandering streets, all this pouring rain (I really love rainy countries, don't I), all that sexy Scottish accent, red hairs, massive churches, castles, hills and whatever else is there.
And no sorry no pics, unless you want rain photographed at various angles.
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