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Finding hidden memories

Good Vibes in Iceland

01 Haglél by mugison

A glimpse of Munich

street photos

Radiohead - Planet Telex

Pawning my stuff

I feel like a junkie selling all of my things for crack... I sold my laptop yesterday for 100 euro, depressing seeming it was $1500. Today I sold my old camera bags, 5 euro for both... That´s not even enough money to buy a meal at McDonalds. All is good though, there are less things weighing me down and more room to bring home souvenirs!

Tonight I met a man at the bus stop with a pet goose sitting in the basket of his bike. He was really drunk and tipped over the bike, his goose fluttered out of the bike and started squawking. The man then decided to put the bike back in it´s upright position, forgetting that his goose was tied to the basket by its neck. What followed next was a little bit gruesome. The goose was hanging in the air by its neck, screaming and flapping its wings whilst "Mr Gooseman" drunkenly jabbered on to me in German, oblivious to the fact that his goose was slowly being hung. I had to stop him from talking and point out that his only friend was dying. He then sympathetically grabbed the goose by the neck, shoved it in its´basket and smothered it with his jacket...

I´m stuck in Munich for a week; sleeping out of a tent, having cold showers and eating bakery food... It´s all good, because next week It´ll be India, the stinking heat and most probably extreme diahorreah.

For the time being, I´m trying to improve my street photography skills. Street photography is on a fine line between stalking people and trying to capture a genuine moment in the city. Because I´m pretty inexperienced at all of this, I am more of the stalker type. Watching and waiting for weirdo looking people to walk by, I´ll walk in front of them in the street, pretend to be setting up a picture of something far off and wait until they walk through the frame and snap away. It gets awkward when they stop because they think that they´re getting in the way of your picture..

my anthem

A life of travel

I am back to a point in life where I'll be waiting long hours at train stations, sleeping at airports, being hustled by taxi drivers and wondering where I'll be tomorrow. I am really excited about going to India, and the best part is I don't know where I'm going or what I'll do. Everything is uncertain.

An Iceberg lake in Iceland. I seriously contemplated finding an oar so I could navigate my way back to Australia on my very own chunk of frozen water. My mum would be proud of me for that one!

Iceland is where it's at. 50 percent of people in the country believe in elves. In fact, certain building companies even hire "elf mediators" to negotiate just in case any land disputes arise with the creatures. I find that completely normal and believe that every building company should do the same.