7 months in my new life… What did I learn or some tips to make it easier to travel with your bag on the shoulder and your boards under your arm.

Hey my dearest reader,

It has been a while since I took the time to lay my thoughts on a sheet of virtual paper. Which I quite actually love, it is an interesting/ different/ weird way to stay in touch. Indeed when meeting old friends those days some that I didn’t talk to for quite a while are like:“Hey dude awesome, I follow your adventures on your blog, I love it! How did you make it happen?” My answer is the following: “Bro thanx for letting me know” Then I pause and try to gather my thoughts to indeed fgure out how do I do it and my answer is the following “I didn’t it is just the beginning”. So this post is dedicated to you old friend.
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  1. First and for all make the decision and talk to your friend about it. Why? Because they will remind you about it once in a while or every week till you do it. This makes sure that for the time you postpone the leap ; a mouse, a rabbit or a werewolf (depending on which friend you refer to) will come and scratch your brain about it and say: “Dude aren’t you suppose to go and see the world?”
  1. Prepare the leap… Empty your closet; sell everything you can on Craigslist, EBay or at the thrift shop around the corner. What to do with your apartment? Well there are agencies at least in Brussels that will for a small fee care for your place and your new tenant. Maybe you could even ask your little sister to start an Airbnb business with your place… I just came back for a month and I was surprised to realize that I wanted to clear a lot of the stuff I wanted to keep 7 months ago.

How do I feel now? I rented my apartment and have way less possessions. I wasn’t using all that crap anyway. To me it felt awesome. Free, light and like the world is your oyster kind of deal. Also like jumping in a massive waterfall with a Borat gstring. You will I promise you that discover new pieces of yourself not specially Borat like.

May be the next question is what do you really need?

  1. I would say the first thing you need is a good health insurance. Better safe than sorry. The rules depends on your country, make some research, talk to your insurance broker and fing book one. Why? Well it cost you around 90 usd a month and we all know what could be the price of hospital costs…
  2. Several bank cards and don’t carry them all with you when you go party. Have an extra solution if you lose all of them. Make sure that there is an atm on the remote place you decide to go.
  3. You will sleep in weird places so earplugs and eye mask comes handy especially when the place you booked is right next door to the mosque or your hotel have a kiss concert rehearsal at 5 o clock in the morning (both true stories)…
  4. PC, Sun cream the one they sell abroad is shit, phone, Kindle (books are heavy to carry). Everything to deal with your bank transfer and taxes. Sunglasses, sketchbook.
  5. Your Smile! Running shoes, music, your sense of humor and a pair of invisible glasses that helps you have a different perspective on life.

So this is my train of thoughts lately… See you in the world. Write your own Legend.

Photos By Raphael Leturcq

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Gopro Moments 5 or Bali Spice 2

Unleashing my inner Tiger or the way to know myself a tiny bit better…

Hey you!

A couple of days ago I came by this quote from Eleanor Roosevelt: “Do one thing every day that scares you.” She was the spouse of Sir Franklin and has the longest First Lady mandate of the U.S. history. As you might know, it made my brain rumbles. I started to ask myself: Do I face fear even once a week? What sorts of fear? What is fear at the end of the day?

The answer that I came with is not a massive yes but goes likes this:

Since I left my cozy uber-well organized and quite full of so many different things Belgian life, I have changed. Travelling does that to you. You do different things, meet different people and encounter such a deep variety of point of views that it does reshape yours everyday.

Here you are with the changes I witnessed:

  • I use to hate cheese, the smell, the taste; especially the ones that my friend Nicolas would rub his finger in, in order to try to stick them under my nose while we were kids. Yeah the one that could kill you in one breathe. Well guess what? While I was in Hossegor with my friend Rico we ate cheese every morning for breakfast and I loved it.
  • I use to think that driving a motorbike wasn’t for me, that I was no good for it, you know that sort of bad mantra lying in InstagramCapture_f77862fb-e065-4b55-9c7b-b82651ae5ce8the back of your head. Tom Engels taught me once (like 10 years ago). Meanwhile it always has been a dream of mine to have an old-time custom motorbike such as the one you at Deus in Canggu. The week of my birthday my friend Marco came to me saying: “Dude there is this motorbike that looks perfect for you on the Buy and Sell Bali group”. Yes I bought it and trained myself riding it in my street and now I drive it everyday.
  • Getting fired was one of my biggest fears. I have to admit 5 months later that it is probably one of the biggest gift life brought me lately. To be fully honest I felt most of the time like a Lion in a cage in my old job. It was more and more demanding on me to deal with the bureaucracy, the inertia that a big corporate impose and the political games… When I started this journey there was a question that really bugged me: “What do you do?” Now I’m happy to say I don’t give a fuck anymore. Do I have an answer to it? Most def not! But I have several plans and I’m confident some of them will pull true. When I doubt that the voice of BAZ LUHRMANN in his song “Everybody is free to wear sunscreen” comes to mind:

“Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.” Anyway listen to that song it is worth it.

So back to that quote about fear, I guess I’m not yet as strong as Eleanor was but I see life differently dough. I don’t think I need a “job” in the conventional way we tend to see it. Been fucking there done fucking that! We as Europeans  tend to think that our big corporate job should be our only source of money. Guess what? We are drastically wrong. Because if this source vanished we are screwed. I know now that I will built different projects that will provide for my life. One of my friends made fun of me the other day, claiming that I was seeing opportunities everywhere. I hope this will remain for life…

So I guess you are wondering why I decided to choose that picture for a header. Well 2 weeks ago I was at the beach with my board under the arm about to enter the water. The waves were big, when I say big the one you see in the picture doesn’t do justice to the set. So I was there asking myself can I handle it. A guy was surfing one of those beast and you could easily have put another guy standing on his shoulders they wouldn’t have reached the top of the wave. I was about to bail.

To say that I was scared was an understatement, I was about to transform in a she-male. But a small voice in my head was like: “Tony Bagous my men you can do it don’t be a sissy”. Yeah that voici in my head tends to make fun of me sometimes. Anyhow, I was like fuck it lets go. Medewi is an easy wave anyway. I manage to use a lull time to reach the peak. I sat there in the water for a good 20 minutes watching the other surfers having a blast riding those truck size waves. Then one came in, I looked her in the eye and started paddling. The drop was intense and the rest well you might have seen on fbook.

So yeah! All together, I am happier man. I accomplished one dream to reallocate myself to Bali and to be able to surf everyday but there is yet a lot to be build.

Stay tuned and see you in the world!

Moske

GOPRO MISSING episode 2! Owner found!

Hey dear readers,

I hope you are alive and kicking today! Cuz I am! This quick post to let you know, that after a thorough investigation, we were able to reunite the Gopro and his owner.

First and for all thx a lot at the people of Canggu Chronicles for their wonderful article about my fairy tail love live and Sean from Oldman’s for your help.

How did it happen? Well by luck. I was studying Indo at Oldman’s I was on the verge of leaving and I recognized her.

So like Hannibal Smith would say: “I love it when a plan comes together”

Thx for all you of your shares and the fact that you made me belief in us humble humans!

First taste of Bali Gopro Moments Video 4! Enjoy!

Crash, learn, live, smile and get lucky,

Hello my dearest reader, How is life treating you lately? Mine keeps being interesting, different, peculiar, and curious with a hint of atypical. So yeah I landed in Bali a week ago; since then I found my new place, open my bank account, might have found a job, surfed my ass off, started all the papers for my visa and started to learn Bahasa (official language of Indonesia). I’m enumerating all this in the purpose of using it as an excuse to the fact that I didn’t post anything since last Sunday. I guess some of you would like to know why is there a picture of my knee that looks like French tartar in the header. Well it is linked to yesterday’s surf and it goes a little bit like this: I arrived on a beach called Geger in the middle of Nusa Dua. The easiest way to access the spot, that breaks on the reef a km a way from the beach. You have to take a 5 mins boat ride. Which I did, you could see nice set of a 1,5 m coming while cruising to the spot. The captain stopped the engine looked at me said something that I approximated to “jump” while pointing at the deep blue “deep” water. The waves were breaking 150 meters ahead. I have to admit, I wasn’t plenty enthusiast about the jump. I asked him if he could come back to pick me up he said something that was a clear no. I asked how do I go back? He just pointed at the beach far away. I was like: ok fuck it lets go! Jumped in attached my leash and paddled in.sign2 So far so good met 3 spanish guys and scored some waves. I touched the reef once with my foot but nothing bad. Then… A set caught me in and the third waves smashed me on the reef, which my knee encountered with a violence that made 50 Shades of Grey looked like My Little Poney. At that time I knew my knee was hurt, I didn’t know how bad dough. Reached it with my hand and felt a tiny hole in which my finger could enter… Yes for a brief instant my thoughts were: I near deep water with a bloody knee, not good, tidak bagus. My brain was kind enough to flash some images of Jaws. Usually when that sort of things happen to me, lucky enough my brains goes in prioritizing mode. The answer he came with was quite obvious: “Paddle to the beach dumb ass, we will assess the damages under the shower”. Twenty minutes later, I touch the sand and felt like Xris Columbus (Xris VMK if you are reading this post this abbreviation is for you). I have to admit my legs were a bit shaky. Went to the shower the boat captain was still there and told me to put lime on my wound. I was like great idea I always go surfing with lime in my pocket! Altogether, no stitches cuz it spent too much time in the water, Antibiotics and I should be able to go back in the water in 5 days. So yeah I was lucky no big injury! Take care and enjoy life to the fullest! Mini Temple

Video moments 3 last part of Lanka