Hallelujah!

Sète, Southern France. November 2013

This is the 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.

An Enchanted Gipsy Town

Sète, Southern France. November 2013

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, with Jino on the left and Zaio, whose shoulder my hand is on. The children don’t need names anymore than they need ethics!

Godzilla

Southern France. November 2013

I stumbled upon Godzilla's birthplace.

Other Travellers on the Road

Southern France. November 2013

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.

Now that’s what I need!

Howdy!

Southern France. October 2013

A Little Chemical Story

Southern France. November 2013.

I went through a little adventure that I thought I'd share with you. I happened to drink from a stream because my water filter wasn't really water filtering. I thought, 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 only 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 coming out from both sides. In the morning, I was a zombie in pain trying desperately to find 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

Mid-Eastern France. October 2013

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, which means it passed

Out-Cycled

Mid-Eastern France. October 2013

Packing It Up

Switzerland. September 2013

Fitting all my stuff into the Crab turned out much easier than I expected. Everything fit neatly, giving me well enough space to sleep comfortably, cook, and even do some confined-space yoga!

Ready to Go

St-Cergue, Switzerland. September 2013

My crab thinks it’s a horse.

India's West Coast

January - March 2011

Three months from Bombay to Kerala along the west coast, by foot, hitchhiking, and squatting third class trains. Now that opened whatever was left of my mind.

Arambol, the northern-most beach of Goa and my favorite by far.

Gondwanaland. A fascinating haven of tipis in the forest just off Arambol. Beautiful community and beautiful people with which I had the honor to live for a month.

Living in tipis is the dream

As usual, fooling around with the school children

Mount Wudang

Hubei Province, China. August 2011

The birthplace of countless chinese martial arts and spiritual practices, the great, the holy, Wudang

Chen Village and the Yearly Taichi Competition

Henan Province, China. August 2011

This is where Chen Taichi, the original and oldest style of Taichi, was born. A competition takes place here every year, gathering thousands of Taichi masters from around the world.

Chinese Local Life

Southern China. July 2011

Jammin' with my brother and the local Chinese musicians, teaching English in a village school, and eating some crazy creature in some crazy place. Ain't that livin'!

Master Huang's Taichi School

Yangshuo, Guilin Province, China. November 2010 - October 2011

Master Huang on the left, Dominique, a close Taichi brother, in the center, and me on the right