I'm surprisingly still alive after some life-threatening activities. After a few days in the north west in Nicaragua, I went boarding on a volcano (some scratches more) and I chased my water fear away by following a diving course (drank way too many salty water). So finally I am a real 'aquarius'!
My left foot got hurt because I thought that would be an effective way to stop my boomerang gift (thanks TRITEL amigos!).
The transport in Nicaragua is not thát easy either. I had to take two busses for more than 10 hours, a boat for two hours and a small airplane to reach the most wonderful paradise island ever, Little Corn Island. Well hidden and yet undiscovered by Google Maps, this place hosts Jamaican Bob Marley lookalikes and it turned out to be a great dive spot, surrounded by white beaches - palm trees included, bien évidemment. Stefano, the charismatic Italian dive instructor m (imagine his under water guestures and multiplicate by 1000), did teach me how to enjoy the under water world, providing me the opportunity to stick to the topic of this trip, "the world is not enough".
Now relaxing with a pineapple cocktail just in front of me, starting to wonder how I will go to Costa Rica. In 10 days I will probably meet Graham in Bocas del Toro, the one and only Caribean party island.
Greetings!
dM3
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Californ-i-a
Life is good.
While dM3 is living it up in Nicaragua, I arrived in LA on Sunday evening and was greeted by the great Californian climate I missed so much (although admittedly it does get a bit cold here at night for the moment). I sighed of relief when my bag rolled onto the conveyer belt as one of the last and headed towards USC campus, to stay with my good friend and ex-roommate Payam. But not before driving past the infamous Eurohaus, once a bastion for shameless extravagant student debauchery, now a mere shadow of its former glory and home to what appeared to be five Asian students with a penchant for Ace Ventura haircuts.
Looked something like this
My first day in LA was filled with flares of nostalgia. I visited USC campus, remembering some of the places that made a lasting impression, as well as some of the places I swore never to enter again, like the math library. All kidding aside, it felt good to be back, and things only got better when I inadvertently ran into Ardy, who hasn't changed a bit and seems to be doing great, and later De-oneandonly-Salvo, my main math buddy who always had my back and proved a challenging pingpong-partner.
Since it was Halloween, later that evening we formed a crew of seven and headed over to the West-Hollywood parade, which each year hosts about half a million visitors. Once arrived, we discovered some of the most original costumes ever, as well as a performance by Robyn (@boskabout she is a really amazing performer like you had said!)
Not wanting to stand out, I had attempted to style my beard as Wolverine and had attached some fake blades made of paper to my fingers. As the evening progressed I started realizing that most people were looking at me wondering whether the battery of my electric razor had run out halfway and why I taped folded sheets of paper to my fingers (which ultimately proved extremely unhandy when attempting to do anything from putting on my sweater to opening the car door). They can say and think what they like, but I was visibly content when near the end of the evening somebody walked up to me and said: "Awesome man! Right on!" The smile on my face instantly faded however when he turned to his friends and yelled: "Look guys! Edward Scissor hands!"
I must have looked like this... except with half-shaven beard and a shirt on
That being said, the trip is off to a great start. A lot of my cali friends have left LA through the years, but I am looking forward to seeing all other friends and family in CA in the coming weeks!
Graham
While dM3 is living it up in Nicaragua, I arrived in LA on Sunday evening and was greeted by the great Californian climate I missed so much (although admittedly it does get a bit cold here at night for the moment). I sighed of relief when my bag rolled onto the conveyer belt as one of the last and headed towards USC campus, to stay with my good friend and ex-roommate Payam. But not before driving past the infamous Eurohaus, once a bastion for shameless extravagant student debauchery, now a mere shadow of its former glory and home to what appeared to be five Asian students with a penchant for Ace Ventura haircuts.
Looked something like thisMy first day in LA was filled with flares of nostalgia. I visited USC campus, remembering some of the places that made a lasting impression, as well as some of the places I swore never to enter again, like the math library. All kidding aside, it felt good to be back, and things only got better when I inadvertently ran into Ardy, who hasn't changed a bit and seems to be doing great, and later De-oneandonly-Salvo, my main math buddy who always had my back and proved a challenging pingpong-partner.
 Close to campus |  USC campus |
Since it was Halloween, later that evening we formed a crew of seven and headed over to the West-Hollywood parade, which each year hosts about half a million visitors. Once arrived, we discovered some of the most original costumes ever, as well as a performance by Robyn (@boskabout she is a really amazing performer like you had said!)
 Robyn performing |  Alien vs predator |
Not wanting to stand out, I had attempted to style my beard as Wolverine and had attached some fake blades made of paper to my fingers. As the evening progressed I started realizing that most people were looking at me wondering whether the battery of my electric razor had run out halfway and why I taped folded sheets of paper to my fingers (which ultimately proved extremely unhandy when attempting to do anything from putting on my sweater to opening the car door). They can say and think what they like, but I was visibly content when near the end of the evening somebody walked up to me and said: "Awesome man! Right on!" The smile on my face instantly faded however when he turned to his friends and yelled: "Look guys! Edward Scissor hands!"
I must have looked like this... except with half-shaven beard and a shirt onThat being said, the trip is off to a great start. A lot of my cali friends have left LA through the years, but I am looking forward to seeing all other friends and family in CA in the coming weeks!
Graham
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
The ways to describe
There are probably a few ways to describe you how it is here in Nicaragua. Those ways would take me hours of writing, but hey, hold on a sec. A few things I saw could reveal just the top of the iceberg of feelings which come up to me now.
So after 15 hours of flights, difficult connections (ie. no ground personal showed up to operate the 'airplane arm' to get off the plane for more than an hour and WHAT I need dollars to pass the border?!) and having this idea of "and what the hell am I going to do know?" I somehow ended up in a half-empty old school american yellow school bus heading towards Leon. I am surrounded by poverty, every second there is a sales person coming on the bus to sell water, bread or some weird fruit. All of a sudden I see that, while the bus is driving, its shadow reveals that in the meantime a guy is working on the bus to cut the trees which are hanging low over the highway. Now that is comodality! You have to know that this guy is working on a bunch of matresses, since the bus is also used as a semi-truck for transportation goals. When it starts raining softly, I open the window, and then the first splashes of cool water make me realise my world trip really got off. I am in a god damn poor country, where stand alone travellers drink beers together and where individuals are planning to go out in a city where I had to take the bike-taxi to reach the hostel. Life is great, fellows, I hope you feel it. Peace out.
Dimitri
So after 15 hours of flights, difficult connections (ie. no ground personal showed up to operate the 'airplane arm' to get off the plane for more than an hour and WHAT I need dollars to pass the border?!) and having this idea of "and what the hell am I going to do know?" I somehow ended up in a half-empty old school american yellow school bus heading towards Leon. I am surrounded by poverty, every second there is a sales person coming on the bus to sell water, bread or some weird fruit. All of a sudden I see that, while the bus is driving, its shadow reveals that in the meantime a guy is working on the bus to cut the trees which are hanging low over the highway. Now that is comodality! You have to know that this guy is working on a bunch of matresses, since the bus is also used as a semi-truck for transportation goals. When it starts raining softly, I open the window, and then the first splashes of cool water make me realise my world trip really got off. I am in a god damn poor country, where stand alone travellers drink beers together and where individuals are planning to go out in a city where I had to take the bike-taxi to reach the hostel. Life is great, fellows, I hope you feel it. Peace out.
Dimitri
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Missions requested
[ENG] The world is not enough: we invite you to submit your missions. Have a look at the missions sent in by our agents all over the world here. Be a part of the trip! Depending on the reward, we will try to accomplish your requests. Of course, rolling a sigar with the president of Chili shoulld provide us with a bigger reward than putting a sticker on the Chinese wall. We count on you!
[NL] De wereld beleven is niet genoeg. Via deze blog mogen jullie ons missies toesturen, die wij vervolgens op onze blog tonen en er feedback over geven. Afhankelijk van de vergoeding, zullen we de missies daarna proberen uit te voeren. Een sigaar rollen met de president van Chili mag gerust wat meer opbrengen dan een sticker kleven op de Chinese muur. Wij rekenen op jullie!
[NL] De wereld beleven is niet genoeg. Via deze blog mogen jullie ons missies toesturen, die wij vervolgens op onze blog tonen en er feedback over geven. Afhankelijk van de vergoeding, zullen we de missies daarna proberen uit te voeren. Een sigaar rollen met de president van Chili mag gerust wat meer opbrengen dan een sticker kleven op de Chinese muur. Wij rekenen op jullie!
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