crazy kaaskop

this is my dutch friend jp. crazy kaaskop.

the class

me. jp. nuno. meinart. manuella.

gps

it has been proven. i am better than your average gps system. i am more accurate. and more than often the gps has gotten us lost and then my natural sense of direction takes us to were we want to be. as illustarted on the pic.

vino-traveling

i have decided to create a new word or idea. i call it vino-traveling. nothing freaky or spooky about it. no need for the religious monks out there to freak. it is more about following my passion for the art and culture of wine. wine making. wine and food. wine and people. wine and areas. i realised that in a country like france or italy even you have such a rich history and culture of everything to do with wine. how can you not take the time to travel around and find the perfect picture with the perfect wine for that picture. the best wine to fit the plate. the best friends to share the wine and situation with. thats the beauty of wine. it has many faces. many places. many expressions. most importantly. it has many friends and family. meaning. there is a wine out there for everyone. what ever you desire. what ever you drink. red. white. sweet. dry. fortified. or bubbling. there is a time for each of them. the beauty of vino-traveling is to put your own picture together. to paint the masterpiece of your desire and tastebuds. what a journey. what a preview. so get out there and start traveling.

pic st loup

the things crazy people do. i got up at six o clock on saturday to go and climb a mountain. it was still dark. i could not even see my hands in front of my eyes. these things happen when you hang out with the crazy dutch. no wonder we struggle to keep it sane down south. so we were well prepared against the cold and the blistering mistral that blew down the central french country side. with bravery to boot we took the hill. took us no more than an hour to reach the top and to see the sun break upon a new day. a perfect day it was too in the south of france. we got the burner going and soon there was coffee to go with the baguette we carried. accopanied by cheese. ham. salami. and some dried fruit. the view was simply spectacular. sea on the left. mountains from the massif central on the right. we sat there. jean paul and i. we contemplated the situation and enjoyed the beauty of pic st loup. when you translate the name it simply means. mountain of the wolf saint...the exact reason i dont know why.

op die stoep

can anybody remember these days.

studio88

it was eleven o clock friday night. the termometer in the car registered a very cold four degrees. we got in the peugot on our way to what should be the best night of the year. we where on our way to go and see gui boratto play. he is the best brazilian producer of electronic music. and thats not all. he was playing in studio eighty eight. the best club in france. voted so by all the top producers and djs in france. but there was a two hours journey that awaited us. the set was to start somewhere between two and three saturday morning. so we set down the motor way music pumping and the excitement electric. seeing that the club is located between somewhere and nowhere we had a fair bit of traveling to do. found it eventually and was greated with a welcoming glass of bubbly on arrival. a very good start to what would be an unforgettable experience. or i should say. what should have been an experience of a lifetime. but soon shock and horror set in. gui missed his plane. he was not coming anymore. he was not playning anymore. no more unforgettable experience. instead some junkie played a very messy set. we were lost for words. we tried to enjoy it. but the disappointment was just too much. we had another two hours of road between us and home. it was a very quite journey back home. needless to say. nobody spoke a word. the bed was cold when i eventually got back home at six o clock this morning.