I only had around two days to driving up from the port in Rosslare, where I landed after the long ferry ride from Bilbao, to Northern Ireland where the wedding of my dear friend would take place. But what a
The excitement for this part of Spain was great. Surf on almost every beach, travelsom chilled people dedicating their life to art and living, this is how I pictured the place to be, judging from the Basque people I had
On my way up to Spains north coast and some more surf I make a stop in Toledo. And what a beautiful place that is. I had never heard of it before, but my lovely friend Alex recommended it me
After picking up my little brother in Sevilla we fled the city with its 42°C as quick as possible to head to the coast. Having been driving so much each day for the past few weeks I was keen to
a little poem about the lost of my beloved father Bruno in the place of his last, eternal journey
The whole summer fell into place when I got the incredible opportunity to borrow a car and therefor embark on a journey that has never been on my mind. The drive itself was absolutely incredible, days of rolling through the
France country roads were my way for about a day and a half. After picking up a professional coffee grinder, to complete the equipment I was to bring to the artist-coffee project in Dakhla I continued to the French border
We got greeted outside on the camping area by some brothers and sisters happy to break the silent meditation, introducing us to what the day might bring. The first time I walked into the camp, quiet and reverent in preparation
ˋssawira,ˋssawira, ˋssawira, calls out the taxi driver whenever someone travelsome looking approaches the busy area at the grand taxi station in Agadir. [
My short visit in Menkés gave me the most local impression of Moroccan everyday life so far. As I was staying with the family of a friend from Essaouira i got a glimpse into traditional family life and the city