My Lonely Island – Niijima Coast at Sundown

by Sprengben [why not get a friend]
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If you could take three things to a lonely Island, what would it be?

For me it would definitely not be my computer 🙂 The cool thing about traveling is that you somehow get rid of all the media (Even though I like to be inspired by good music when I shot my photos).
It is like a blessing to not have all these media inputs. Therefor you are able to feel this world with different senses. If you aren’t connected to Facebook, Twitter and Flickr all the time you don’t need to care about these pages anymore.

So yes I think I would take a book, my guitar and a bunch of nice people with whom I would like to talk about all these deep things you can’t talk about when you are in your daily crazy rush.

If you look at this photo I recommend to get lost in this really nice song called “Lift Me Up” by MOBY.

Moby – Lift Me Up

Somehow the song and especially the whole Hotel Album has always been a welcome follower of me taking pictures. Why? Because the music is somehow empty like this image but still so beautiful and thoughtful at the same time!

The Spot you see here is the lovely Island called Niijima. You can find it six hours away from Tokyo somewhere in midst of the Pacific.

Have a perfect weekend everybody!


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What time is it?


Since when we arrived to Morocco I had the strange feeling I of not having any idea of what time really was.
Normally I relay on the automatic tuning made by my phone on the local time zone.
Unfortunately, about a month ago, the king of Morocco decided to not change the time back to the winter time.
People were arriving either one hour early or one hour later, depending on what did you understand about the time changed 🙂
The first day, thinking it was 6pm we were about to go for a stroll in the nearby town, when one guy of the surf camp stopped us saying that it was actually 19 and soon dinner was served.
After that I just kept calculating the time by adding one hour (or it was subtracting? Can’t remember), and I kind get used to it.

Until today.

This morning the king of Morocco announced at the radio (at 3am in the morning) that time was going to change to winter time.
Everybody manages to get up one hour later and only who had the right time, arrived in late.

Now I tend to avoid taking about time. And is pretty cool.