Kindergarten Collective reunion 2015

I recently spent 12 days in Lebanon with an amazing bunch of people I know from when I lived there in 2013. Many of them were my flatmates in the Kindergaten Collective. People flew in from all over the world; the states, Moldova, all over Europe and Saudi Arabia. We spent our days hiking, eating amazing Lebanese and Armenian food, swimming in the Mediterranean and organized some wild parties as well.

“Do what you want to do and you will be happy” The day is September 15th 2012 and I have just hitchhiked from Oslo, to Malmö, Sweden. I’ve been in 6 different cars (including a police car) and I’m so high on life I can’t get my pulse down. I’ve left everything behind, made space for new impressions and encounters. Tomas, the first person to give me a lift told me about his job as a director of a book-factory, Valentin was on his way to a date and told me about when he moved from Romania to Sweden because his parents got bankrupt, and lost everything they owned because of the economical crisis. After only a few minutes in the Jureen sisters’s car, they were pouring red wine in my glass and bringing me to a psychedelic art exhibition. I was only 560km away from the place I used to call home, had more than 9000km to hitchhike ahead of me. I felt so alive. I barely slept. I snapped this picture. And now I find myself back where I left off in 2012. Trying to edit this Oslo Beirut book that I want to publish. But I can’t think of anything else than the fact that I’ll soon be on the road again. 2015 will be the year where I continue this adventure. I’m hitchhiking to Japan and will stay there for a year.

“Do what you want to

do

and you will be happy”

The day is September 15th 2012 and I have just hitchhiked from Oslo, to Malmö, Sweden. I’ve been in 6 different cars (including a police car) and I’m so high on life I can’t get my pulse down.

I’ve left everything behind, made space for new impressions and encounters. Tomas, the first person to give me a lift told me about his job as a director of a book-factory, Valentin was on his way to a date and told me about when he moved from Romania to Sweden because his parents got bankrupt, and lost everything they owned because of the economical crisis. After only a few minutes in the Jureen sisters’s car, they were pouring red wine in my glass and bringing me to a psychedelic art exhibition.

I was only 560km away from the place I used to call home, had more than 9000km to hitchhike ahead of me.

I felt so alive.
I barely slept.
I snapped this picture.

And now I find myself back where I left off in 2012. Trying to edit this Oslo Beirut book that I want to publish. But I can’t think of anything else than the fact that I’ll soon be on the road again. 2015 will be the year where I continue this adventure.

I’m hitchhiking to Japan and will stay there for a year.

Jules and I went camping again last night. 4th trip this fall.

Our sleeping bags are rated -4°C and -9°C so we have no excuses not to continue this nice little habit we’ve taken. But I have to say last night was cold, probably because of the high humidity. So more wool and isolating material next time.

When we woke up this morning my bag was missing. We had left it in the entrance of the tent but some sort of animal (what can it be!?) had taken it. We found a lead after a few minutes that lead us to the backpack, only 20 meteres away. The breakfast, a single rosinbolle leftover from last night’s feast, was the only thing missing. Lucky for us, animals don’t drink coffee.

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We have no idea where we are. Lost in the woods.

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There is something magic about arriving to an new place at night, specially when one can see the milky way and the stars like this.

Last weekend, Ida and I took some days off from the city and went to her mom’s cabin. It’s up in the mountains so the autumn has really begun there. It’s beautiful! We ate, walked, slept, read, and rested. Ate some more, walked some more then went home.

Jules and I have taken for a habit to go on “s24o” trips lately.
What is that, you might wonder. Well “a S24O (pronounced “Es-Two-Four-Oh”) was coined by Grant Peterson of Rivendell. It is a sub-24 hour overnight bike camping trip.”. (from here)

…and it’s genius! Because we are away from home less than 24 hours we really don’t need to plan much and therefore we’re much more likely to go for a trip. This trip was the second one we’ve done this year and once again, when we rode home, we felt we’d been away for much longer.

It really isn’t about riding fast or riding far, it’s just about going for a small trip outside of town and that, more often :)