Meteora -DoSu'10

UNESCO World Heritage List Criteria:

Cultural

I. To represent a masterpiece of human creative genius. -> CHECK
II. To exhibit an important interchange of human values, over a span of time or within a cultural area of the world, on developments in architecture or technology, monumental arts, town planning or landscape design. -> CHECK
IV. To be an outstanding example of a type of building, architectural or technological ensemble, or landscape which illustrates (a) significasnt stage(s) in human history. -> CHECK
V. To be an outstanding example of a human settlement, land-use or sea-use which is representative of a culture (or cultures) or human interaction with the environment, especially when it has become vulnerable under the impact of irreversible change. -> CHECK

Natural

VII. To contain superlative natural phenomena or areas of exceptional natural beauty and aesthetic importance. -> CHECK

= Μετέωρα/ Meteora

In the north western part of Thessaly/Θεσσαλία, the part of Greece from where a band of heroes called the Argonauts/Αργοναύτες -because their ship was named Argo/Αργώ-, including:

• Jason/Ιάσων: Leader of the Argonauts and prince of Thessaly who was challenged by his treacherous uncle, who had usurped the throne, to retrieve the Golden Fleece, a sacred relic, and thus prove he is worthy of the throne.


• Hercules/Ηρακλής: Demigod most famous for successfully completing 12 über difficult labours as a form of penance.


• Theseus/Θησέας: Legendary founder-king of Athens who slayed the Minotaur, a half-man half-bull beast who at 9 year intervals devoured 7 athenian boys and 7 athenian girls as a blood tax because Cretans had pawned the Athenians at war.


• Castor/Κάστωρ and Pollux/Πολυδεύκης: Badass hunter twin brothers only one of whom was immortal (Pollux). Such was the brotherly love that when Castor was fatally wounded in a battle, Pollux asked Zeus to give Castor half of his immortality... Zeus made them the two brightest stars of the stellar constellation known as ..Gemini.


• Orpheus/Ορφέας: Son of the muse Calliope/Καλλιόπη (the muse of heroic poetry -Homer's muse), A+ class singer and perfecter of the lyre. Such an awesome pimp indeed that he could divert the course of rivers with his music, not to mention the fact that he went to the underworld (because his songs about his wife's (Eurydice/Ευρυδίκη)death were so sad that made gods weep and allow him to travel to the underworld to try and get her back; he indeed managed to soften with his music the heart of Hades who agreed to let both of them go only if Orpheus would walk in front of her and not look back until they were both on the upper world ..he looked back the moment he got on the upper world and lost her forever) and returned.


• Calais/Καλάις and Zetes/Ζήτης: Known as the Boreads, sons of Boreas, the north wind, they had the ability to fly and engaged in dogfights with the harpies.


• Peleus/Πηλέας: King of the Myrmidons and father of Achilles.
  

set sail to retrieve the Golden Fleece/χρυσόμαλλον δέρας (= fleece of a gold-haired, winged ram; it's story is current to the times of Homer) according to ancient greek mythology,
a complex of towering rocks (a now renowned international venue for rock climbing)
with byzantine monasteries built on top of them, is known as
"Meteora" (=suspended in the air).

The first hermits came to Meteora in the 9nth century and in the centuries to follow a monastic state formed, monasteries were built and beautified (24 originally, only 6 remain today) and a period of prosperity when Code Writing schools operated enabling educated monks to copy handwritten codes came prior to a period of decline when Meteora where turned into places of exile for those who were convicted by the Ottoman government (by the way, one must stress the importance of orthodox christianity institutions during the ottoman oppression, because hehe the greek language was preserved along with the orthodox faith inside the monasteries, an important factor to making sure Greeks kept their national consciousness through 400 years of oppression).

The original means of access to the monasteries, were either long ladders lashed together or large nets -> "the net in which intrepid pilgrims were hoisted up vertically alongside the 373 meters cliff where the Varlaam monastery dominates the valley symbolizes the fragility of a traditional way of life that is threatened with extinction" [UNESCO]. In 1995, Meteora were declared by state law "a place holy, immutable and inviolable"...

We spent two days exploring the area and visited the "Great Meteoron", the oldest monastery, which was founded in the mid-14nth century and flourished in the mid-16nth century, eventually becoming the most powerful of all the monasteries in Meteora.

typical byzantine -and orthodox christian for that matter- art

WINE BARREL FOR REAL MEN
byzantine art

"ashes to ashes, dust to dust"

I really enjoyed this trip, however, it has to be stated that the holy vibes didn't quite affect us on our first night at Kalambaka (the town closer to Meteora), since we made sure we will be remembered for a while there, by basically being two loud Asians strutting around the town center.. one of them in an improvised mankini... *sigh* ...I wasn't even drunk. Both fortunately and unfortunately, photographic material of this doesn't exist. I think it was way too early for me to feel at ease with my co-traveller's massive amount of social retardation...

Of course later on, running in a birthday suit on rooftops somewhere in the industrial zone of Hamburg would take place. That time, I would be the one provoking it. And photographic evidence does exist...

To be continued...

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Ancient, Mutilated, Hauled And Still There When You Croak -DoSu'10

~~~Doric Order~~~~~~~~Ionic Order~~~~Corinthian Order~~

Ημέρα τρίτη

Day 3 started with an important for our future coexistence spoken exchange of thoughts.

me: Honey, would you like going out for a walk?

~da honey~: Not really.

me: I need to take a dump.

~da honey~: O.K. THEN.

Oh, yeah, that was actually said.

In the morning, we went to strike some poses in front of 438 BC ruins, AKA the Parthenon/ Παρθενώνας, and the Acropolis area in general.

.. noob tourist taking our photo somehow managed to make part of the Parthenon invisible

420- 410 BC, 2.30 m tall, marble chicks/ Καρυάτιδες
←↑ Ionic Order

↓ Doric Order

Parthenon, one of world's most impressive and well known cultural monuments and a symbol of ancient Greece's trademarks such as democracy=

a) freedom of speech
+ b) all men have equal rights in expressing themselves
+ c) all men are treated equally by law

and the ideals of order and harmony in architecture,
was designed by architects Iktinos/ Ικτίνος and Kallikrates/ Καλλικράτης and built under the supervision of scultor Phidias/ Φειδίας (the dude who made the statue of Zeus at Olympia, one of the 7 wonders of the ancient world) in the mid-5th century BC. The 5th century BC was a super glorious period of philosophical brilliance and a high point in the development of political institutions and arts. Classical Athens, a powerful city-state and the birthplace of democracy, was the shit in the Mediterranean world and generally speaking "the western civilizations" chapter back in the day, cause of its heritage of political and cultural achievements. The Parthenon's construction began in 447 BC at the initiative of badass politician Pericles/ Περικλής

(who like me had a hugeass head and therefore always wore a helmet when posing for sculptures -true fact) and was completed in 438 BC, but decorations continued until 431 BC. Perfect timing I say, because no matter how awesome Parthenon with it's reverse optical illusions (-> the columns are neither built straight, on purpose, nor on the same level, yet with certain optical illusions, those effects are negated) and symbolic blah blah meaning is, there would have been significant budget cuts since the Peloponnesian War between Athens and Sparta (and their bitches/ allies) began in 431 BC. Not to mention an epidemic typhus outbreak in Athens, in 430 BC.

~*~

[...] "For Elgin's fame thus grateful Pallas pleads,
Below, his name--above, behold his deeds!
Be ever hailed with equal honour here
The Gothic monarch and the Pictish peer:
Arms gave the first his right, the last had none,
But basely stole what less barbarians won.
So when the Lion quits his fell repast,
Next prowls the Wolf, the filthy Jackal last:
Flesh, limbs, and blood the former make their own,
The last poor brute securely gnaws the bone.
Yet still the Gods are just, and crimes are crossed:
See here what Elgin won, and what he lost"...
- Lord Byron

Thomas Bruce, 7nth earl of Elgin, was the British ambassador to the Ottoman Empire from 1799 to 1803 (since the fall of the

Byzantine Empire, Greece was pretty much Turkey's bitch / "under ottoman rule" , until 1821 when Greek revolutionaries declared what was to become a bloody, successful war of independence on the Ottomans who finally sucked dick and where eventually kicked out, since revolts in every nook and cranny of Greece, in times where heroes and boors fought side to side, were launched). In other words, Elgin was the British ambassador in Greece at a time when the "official authorities" -from which he supposedly obtained a very controversial permission to remove architectural members and sculptures from the Acropolis area-, were ottoman. He removed half of the surviving sculptures of the Parthenon which he also managed to damage in the process, being fake and gay as he was, and took them to Britain where among fish & chips, "God save the Queen!"s and shitloads of tea they remain up until now.

↑↓ Elgin's loot in the British Museum.


...

Then again, the British Museum itself is a fine example of...err..BRITISH ARCHITECTURE!

↑ British Museum's monumental south entrance not resembling classical greek architecture.

After all this love towards the british culture and modern day National Art Treasures POW politics has been expressed it has to be said, just for the sake of ethnicistic hatred being directed towards the right nation, that Elgin was in fact a Scot. However, that is beside the point because kilts are awesome and we've all seen and liked Braveheart.

In the afternoon, we had the MOST BORING, SO BORING ITMAKESMEWANTTOWRITEINCAPSANDCAPSONLYGBVBNSILERFUBVUSXWKEFOV URBGCMAPSODVRNVSLXCHRBVKGD123456789876543212345678987654321, conversation of all times with a third party -caveman was making sounds to show he was following and I think I said a sentence or two each time I escaped my lethargy-, accompanied by the worst tea of all times (even though I still haven't figured out if it's tea I don't like or most types of tea, the rest agreed it was fucking horrible).

When that was over, I suggested going to the movies. It all went something like..

[me]---------------------------------> -wanna go see a movie? '_'

[U.S.A. manifactured assgoblin]-> -sure '_'

[me]---------------------------------> -I've wanted to see Toy Story 3 for quite some time... ^.^

[U.S.A. manifactured assgoblin]-> -PREDATORS! \m/ >o< \m/

[me]---------------------------------> -...plus it's said to be really good... \(^.^)/

[U.S.A. manifactured assgoblin]-> -PREDATORS! \m/ >o< \m/

[me]---------------------------------> -and I want to see it.. o.o

[U.S.A. manifactured assgoblin]-> -PREDATORZZZ! \m/ >o< \m/

[me]---------------------------------> -... meow? O.O

[U.S.A. manifactured assgoblin]-> -.... +.+ pre..? ... ?_? .... FINE!

And so, we played some arcades and then watched Toy Story 3, which "wasn't bad" after all. :3

Afterwards, we would have to run like motherfucks to catch the last bus to our next destination.. the "Suspended in the Air" Monasteries...

To be continued...

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In The Beginning Was A Dick Move -DoSu'10

I should have been updating all you stalkers out there, but there was no time to do shit during the actual days of the douchebaggery project...
So, let the narration begin~

Day 1
In what would be remembered by future generations as a dick move, I never went to the airport. However, stalker international managed to locate me two hours after landing in my homeland.
My First impression (after an annoying tap on the shoulder): this isn't a dwarfish midget after all.
His First impression (after a haha-gotcha tap on the shoulder): this isn't flat. BOOBS.
After important facts such as my boobs turning around the corner before me and douchebag American being tall enough to appreciate enough degrees of arc from most spots of the horizon were scientifically established, I believe we started talking about all sorts of retarded shit we didn't really care about such as: how were the flights, where the fuck was I, what a rip-off exchanging money at the airport is, it's fucking hot, England sucks (to which a "sorry Dave" was added each time) etc. On our way, I offered some Devils and a Gordon's. That is official cigarettes and alkoholic beverage of vacations in Greece just cause I like them.
After ditching a couple of 10 months pregnant, with clothes that were surprisingly already stinky, bags at my dinky and after that stinky apartment, caveman took a shower ("I can't believe from all the things I could forget, I forgot the deodorant!" , "...shiiiiiiit") and we were out on our way for food. During food time, I think we were both observing the alien in front of us while continuing to talk (in these 20 days I don't think there ever was silence for more than 3 minutes when we were both awake; then again I don't think we ever properly slept ->"pass out" is more suitable). And later on climbed up on a spot where we had a good view of the Parthenon. I think we talked about mythology and then parents perhaps finding a link in the mythological gods or the mythological monsters theme.


View of the Parthenon from where we were sitting.



View of the Parthenon (special Olympics edition).

For whatever reason, we decided to walk all the way back to the trollhouse. My house that is. Paranormal activity involving a dog I've only seen once before, about a year ago, took place that night. I think that this dog is a messenger of some sort, but such shit just sounds retarded unless you've experienced it, so I won't elaborate. No one was bitten and we didn't bite anyone. I slept like a rock. Santa Midgetballs on the other hand didn't sleep a lot that night.

Day 2
I think I managed to pass out for like 4 hours before the distinctive fragrance of foreign douchebaggery filled my braindead head and I woke up. I went outside and got some breakfast, thus allowing Captain Tanoukiballs to taste what I usually have for breakfast. Well, it's not like he had many options, but anyway he liked it. Apparently, my taste in cigarettes, booze and food was well received that far, which meant all this wouldn't be awfully uncomfortable for any of us. Anyway, I thought it was about time to act like intellectuals and visit some museums, so we indeed paid a visit to the Acropolis Museum and the Coin Museum,



always walking around with style and elegance.


In the evening, we went to a park
PARK

and started dissing people on facebook who will probably read this. (Just for the record, I only showed less love towards female shitheads -you know who you are, eat shit and.. get fatter MWAHAHA). It is also true that we had some serious conversations dissing larger parts of society and talking about our futures. Once we got tired from dissing everything, we walked around town a bit and climbed up some paedo-rapey hills for a romantic for all the paedo-rapists sunset.

paedo-rapey sunset

Nothing romantic happened, but we did experience a once in a lifetime retarded event, when we witnessed a dog pee on its sitting owner. Wiser and hungrier we came down from the hills of enlightenment with just enough brain power to focus on table manners: Tzatziki sauce for the first time.


Once our HP were back to normal, we were of course ready for more douchebaggery...


To be continued...


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Aftermath Prelude -DoSu'10

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Oh. And Then I Killed The Neighbour -DoSu'10*

(DoSu'10*-> check previous posts)

Two days away from the alleged meeting with that american-douchebag-I'm-doomed-to-spend-three-weeks-with, suppose we're both retarded enough to show up, I think it's time we paused and examined how things started; which the big bang that caused all these ideas of international travelling with the innumerable probabilities and possibilities that follow it, was.
Well, I guess the big bang literally was a long series of mini strokes we gave each other during all those months of communication, cause of all of the awful/retarded things we said to each other (which is considered normal and accepted, cause we're awful and retarded). After passing a certain BITCH, IMMA SLAP YOU level, it was decided we have to meet to diss each other in real life. The actual discussion of the idea of the overseas trip on his side, went something like:

♀ -MWAHAHA, I'm gonna spend an uberrad summer making a metal pilgrimage to Germany.
♂ -OH REALLY. Then I'm gonna book flights and visit Europe for the first time. AND GET ME A TICKET FOR THAT METAL THING.
♀ -FINE. You can crash at my place during the weeks prior to that, being the cheap ass you are.
♂ -FINE.
..and that was basically it.
Organising the details of getting to point A and then B and then C etc. and of accomodation were hell of course. However, with the power of metal to guide us and a certain amount of hereditary douchebaggery, nothing was impossible.
Nevertheless, a big bang requires some speciffic conditions in order to happen: huge temperatures, pressures and densities + elementary shit floating around.
The huge temperatures and pressures might have been caused by the ongoing ping pong assholeness ball that went back and forth across the Atlantic, but the collisions, annihilations and finally the synthesis, were enabled because of dark matter. And there is no other darker for the brain productivity matter than ...FACEBOOK.
Yes, yes it all began via facebook. At this point I simply know one ends up doing (and actually enjoying) the exact things he/she used to laugh at, so I won't even comment on how ~useful~ and ~culture advancing~ I think that site is (or the mere retardation of me spending time on it despite that). I will comment on something else though. According to the official statistics, Fb now has more than 400 million active users. To most people that creates an imagery of tiny, ant-sized crowds of humans seen from high above. My brain is wired in a slightly different modus though, so it processes data in other be-a-uuutiful ways. ~>
400 million people... Apart from the obvious= boring old farts who actually use it the way it is supposed to be used, almost all of the rest who are in a constant who-has-the-most-imaginary-friends-added competition and the sexual predators who are trying to network with potential victims, there's something else I wonder why no one has thought of...
400 million people... How unlikely is it for a serial killer to be among those? In fact, how unlikely is it for a bunch of serial killers to be among those? And while you're at it, add a few cannibals and necrophiliacs as well. For all you know, I might hit the jackpot and be waiting for a rapey werewolf cannibal at the airport in 2 days. Then again... for all you know I may be a serial killer with a pimp-my-torture-room basement.
That being said, I think the scenario of a serial killer waiting to pick up a cannibal is kinda awesome. In fact, the cannibal and serial killer friends of both parties should start placing bets on who survives this ASAP. Everyone kinda expects this vacation to turn into a romantic flick (apart from us who are actually looking forward to a b-movie adventure with shitty dialogues and acting), but, after all, it could also be a shitty thriller with cheesy lines and awful lighting. Or we could meet a serial killer-cannibal (we ARE going to Germany after all XD) and have to combine our ~special talents~ to face this new danger.
Personally, the only one I basically trust, especially when it comes to planning, is myself. However, I have faith in that American douchebag and believe he will live up to his word (which is flying his ass 10433km / 6483 mi / 5633 nmi away from that desert of his and getting where I will be waiting, doing my nails and yawning at the vanity of life, in order to fuck up everything, not appreciate European culture and make history -or at least press- with original acts of public misbehaviour).


There's of course the possibility of us getting taught a life lesson or discovering the meaning of life/ love and other words that need shitloads of pages to be explained, but I have faith in our douchebaggery.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMeD_tdgQfg



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How To Share Your Candy With Strangers (DoSu'10*)

*DoSu'10= Douchebaggery Summer 2010 -see previous post.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fqncj3G6tg )

The plan when it comes to the July 19th to August 12th adventurous journey is that there is no plan, other than visiting ancient temples and monasteries built on rock pinnacles rising over 400m above vast plains, swimming in a river Pausanias, a Greek traveller and geographer of the 2nd century AD, claimed was the coldest in ancient Greece, diving and exploring beaches of the Corinthian Gulf on a boat, chilling and clubbing in Mediterranean islands, going from Berlin to Hamburg by train, visiting German absinthe bars and attending the biggest metal open air festival in the world. In other words, visiting a bunch of places that are either world heritage or a 20 year old's paradise and discovering how we can change them and how they can change us.
However, once we meet each other, apart from the worst case scenario materialising (which is that we both turn out to be two middle-aged, bald paedophiles), we will have to overcome some practical difficulties; ~Sacred Daily Rituals~ such as stinking up the bathroom or potentially killing the weak/ sick/ each other with our morning death-breath had better not be simultaneous for example. Also, since this league consists of a male and a female we have to make sure the right person remains masculine and the right person remains feminine while engaged in such sex-appeal ending activities.

Survival Guide To Co-existing In A Rinky-Dink Apartment/ Hotel Room
(a retardingly useful, practical and simple Roommate Bible)

~W.C. RULES~
(or how to take a dump without stress)

Most people visit the toilet for a(n extreme) number 2 at certain hours of the day/ night. However, that depends on eating habits so it's difficult during travelling.
While at the same house with others, people usually do things like leaving the water to run in order to spare others the sound effects. In my opinion, that's mildly retarded because just the fact that the rest can hear water running for a long time probably means they realise you're doing something unsexy. Plus, it's not environmentally friendly. XD
Instead, I propose a code-phrase such as "I'm out of cigarettes. Can you go buy me some?" (which will most probably be true, so we kill two birds with one stone).
Upon hearing this, the other person must rush to the toilet and do whatever they need to do fast (if they absolutely have to do something) and then get the hell out and go buy whatever it is we have a lack of (cigarettes/ alcohol/ chewing gums/ a watermelon etc.)
Of course, once all parties get used to this system, the person who needs to use the W.C. can just scream "POOOOO!" and shamelessly run to the toilet -in which case the other one automatically goes out for supplies.


~Killing Puppies By Saying Good Morning~

The morning death-breath is another very serious issue. Unless one eats roses while sleeping, people normally do not have an eau de toilette breath when they wake up. For the short period until using modern tricks like ~mouthwash~ or plainly eating breakfast, I propose keeping a safety arm's length distance (just to be sure). Of course everyone knows girls neither fart nor generally speaking smell bad, at all times and occasions, so I'm beyond suspicion.


~Transformation Of The Caveman~

If the person with whom we'll be roommates doesn't choose a hobo-facial-hair fashion, he'll have to shave daily. Since guys are prone to fucking up when it comes to boring matters that need a little patience, that time of the day must be respected. So, it's up to me to not distract him by throwing unused tampons at him or doing any of the other cute and feminine things I do cause I'm normal like that.


~Get Your Own, Beotch!~

• If I'm mucho hungry and you're eating something interesting (but only if I'm sure you have less STD's than me) I might take a huge bite when you're not looking. Generally speaking everyone's expected to eat their own shit though or share if they feel particularly christian that day. To make sure etiquette is followed, you can ask the other person if they would like some (but if you don't really want to share, give them a death look and keep your food out of reach).
  
• Toothbrushes and razors are not to be shared
  
• (but feel free to knock yourself out with my toothpaste).
  
• Guests are expected to bring their own dildos.
  
• You don't have to ask when it comes to using my stuff or raiding my fridge (but it'd be nice if you didn't wear my underwear -possibly on your head too).
  
  
  ~The Hot & Steamy Bedroom~
  (where 50% of this league is expected to snore and the other 50% to drool)

1. We fall asleep whenever we fall asleep and wake up whenever we wake up -no stress. However, when we fall asleep, there must be peace. Surprise butt-sex or waking up in the middle of the night and starting to karaoke sing are violations of the rule and will be punished with surprise butt-sex or karaoke singing from my side too.
   
2. If, however, you wake me up because you woke up and managed to locate every piece of furniture with your shins, no grudge will be held against you.


3. Depending on the % of win you are made of, you might be admitted to the Pillow Fight Club. Be that as it may, the first two rules are "you do not talk about the Pillow Fight Club", so people will never learn how this went.


4. Since we both wear contact lenses (and are therefore slightly blind without them), if we have to spot the other person in the dark, Marco Polo tagging is proposed (or good ol' ass groping "by accident").
   
5. Finally, if we actually DO have to wake up at a certain hour (in order to check out/ catch a flight etc.) and one person is slowing down the process by not properly waking up, torture is allowed.
   

...............................................................................................................................

On a more serious note now...

Living and travelling with someone is not about being uncomfortable and fake, but loose and flexible. Hell, anything that's supposed to make you feel loose and comfortable requires dealing it in a "loose" and "comfy" way.


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Recipe For Douchebaggery -summer 2010*

*in less than 20 days, a 20 day journey to various european countries is going to begin. At times we will be joined by others. Most of the time though, it will just be two persons who live in parts of the world that have a nine hour difference, have never met before and got to know each other online almost a year and a half ago.

Ingredients

• 2 douchebags who live in different continents (and have never met)


• 20 days


• a bunch of european mountains, islands and the world's biggest metal open air festival
  

Directions

Throw the douchebags -obviously young and of opposite sex so that faggotry will at least be avoided, unlike douchebaggery and fuckery- in a pot (AKA internet), stir with webcams and other disasterous means of communication that would be so much more fun if they went KABOOM 10 seconds after they were opened and let them boil for a year and a half.

The result should be an abominable amalgam of different cultures, philosophies, enotional quotients, moral codes and other shit that is likely to explode and therefore be served BURNED.

Eat fastly in a 20 day period. If you're lucky, only gas is to be expected.

Footnotes

Reasons why this could fail (and you could end up having terrible food poisoning)->
Any ordinary person would point out that cooking this is not a very good idea: the ingredients may not be compatible after all, the taste might be anything from spicey to sour and the risk of anything and everything going wrong during the 20 day period of eating the amalgam is high. There's no safety guarantee about eating the douchbaggery -summer 2010.

Reasons why this could actually taste good->
"Any ordinary person"... is bound to live an ordinary life. Fuck that shit. Whoever opposes to this, basically opposes to the idea of two strangers coexisting and co-travelling -not to the idea of the travelling itself. In fact, the kind of travelling we are about to do could be easily envied. Well, before pointing out the obvious (that one or both of us, is going to end up dead/broke/with missing vital organs), these people who ~do~ "know" us, should ask themselves one simple question.

why aren't I part of this?

Other than the fact that YOU are probably too lame, lazy or broke to be a part of this international league, not much can be explained about why it had to be us two in particular.

Perhaps we base all this on more than intuition and blind faith. Perhaps we actually know what the shit we are doing. Perhaps all this is going to fail. But the one thing that is for sure, is that we are both tired of people who only dare dream and do not have the balls to travel, be open to experiences, fully emerge in a totally different world and come out of it having learned more about themselves than about external stimuli.

Either way, blogging will take place and photos will be uploaded during this whole trip. More details are to follow.

Be prepared. And be jealous if that's all you can do about your life being boring as hell.


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