Melon Farmers

Northern Morocco, November 2013

Melon Farmers

Melon Farmers

These guys have so little they sleep under a tarp. And yet they filled my crabavan with fresh melons without accepting anything in return! Inner wealth and material poverty seem to go hand in hand.

hallelujah

Sète, Southern France. November 2013
Melon Farmers

Hallelujah!

This is the colossal boat I found after going around looking to hitch a boat for almost a week, up and down Sète’s docks. You probably agree this moment seems to be of biblical proportions.

Enchanted Gipsy Town

Sète, Southern France. November 2013

Enchanted Gipsy Town

An enchanted Nomad’s Land where no rules reign and gypsies live in harmony with camels. I was greeted like a king and spent a wonderful night with this family. The least I can do is mention their names: Jino’s on the left and Zaio’s in the middle. The children don’t need names anymore than they need ethics!

Swinde

Southern France. November 2013
Moroccan kittens

Swinde Wiederhold, a german girl I met in Sète, France, who had already travelled 40 thousand kilometers on her bike. That’s the equivalent of once around the world. Respect.

Sick

Eastern France, October 2013

What happens when you get sick?

That question comes up from time to time. The truth is, it almost never happens. Living outside is healthy. However, this is the story of when it does happen:

I drank from a stream, as usual. After all the ugly rivers I drank from in south Asia without getting sick, what could possibly happen in a little French countryside creak? Here’s what happened: as it turns out, just upstream was a giant evil chemical factory run by satan’s minions. And the devil knows what could’ve been in that water. He could’ve told me, by the way. I guess that’s just not what devils do. I then spent an entire night in abdominal hell, my guts’ content coming out from both sides. In the morning, I was a zombie looking for any kind of help, and I had to do that by hauling around my crab home by bicycle. The good news is, I found plenty of help in a little village nearby, where the locals invited me in, treated me great, and we even jammed some blues together. Within a few days, my digestive system regained consciousness.

First Downhill

Eastern France, October 2013
First Downhill St-Claude

First Downhill

This is the road I had to go down to get to St-Claude. I had no spare brakes, and no idea if mine could take the 160kg load I was putting on them. Oh well, I’m alive (at the time of writing), which means it passed