I dropped in at this year´s Danish Breakdancing Championship, held at GAME StreetMekka. If anything, months of quarantine and Corona havoc has only sharpened everyone´s game. This was also the first time that the women´s championship has been held in Denmark – landmark stuff!
For how to get to this island, read my Tripadvisor review of Ketut´s taxi service . I strongly suggest steering clear of all the many all-inclusive offers for trips to Nusa Penida that your hotel or accommodation will no doubt have on offer. We found Ketut´s service to be cheaper and cosier. You can tailor your trip with him – these are the three sites we visited that were worth photographing (Angel Billabong is not featured here as it´s on the way to Broken Beach (see below) and I personally didn´t find it appealing.
Broken Beach (Pasih Uug)
The Empire State Building
Yes, the one from King Kong.
The High Line
You´ll find this unique building at the end of The High Line. It´s free to enter but you have to book a ticket online in advance (2 days in advance, to be safe.)
The birth of my baby boy a year or so ago changed everything in my life – a cliche phrase tossed around with reckless abandon by fathers the world over, I´m sure.
Anyhow, in this case, it really did. Not only was Tristan´s birth a complicated affair for both his mother and him, it was something that made him a colic baby (defined as a healthy baby who cries for more than 3 hours a day, more than 3 days a week.)
Without going into too many details – my boy´s birth was traumatic but nothing he and his mum didn´t recover fully from almost immediately. His colic meant that he only slept for more hours at a time if we pushed him in his pram or rocked him in his hammock. As as you may imagine, we gained arm muscles and walked the diameter of the earth and back for a good 11 months or so, before he eventually learned to sleep for longer periods, without being rocked.
It was singlehandedly the hardest thing I´ve ever had to conquer – while managing a full-time job (when not on paternity leave) and keeping my training regimes going – cutting down from training 3-4 times a week, to just once but it was all worth it in the end. As a child from a home rocked by my father´s alcoholism and violence (and actually, this is the first time I´ve ever shared this in writing – though most who know me are aware of this unfortunate but very real part of my life) the opportunity to be a dad to a little boy is something I take seriously. And while I know most parents take their responsibilities seriously, sadly there are still too many cases of poor parenting, often marred by excessive drugs and alcohol. This is something I will never respect nor condone – if you´re not ready for children – it´s simple – refrain.
Enough about that for now though – in the spirit of sharing some of the many memories of the last year, here are a few pics of my boy and I out on the road – to inspire all the upcoming parents out there. Walking my boy was always an adventure, whatever the weather – I took it as an opportunity to get out of the house (sometimes for 2 longs walks a day, spanning 1-2.5 hours each ) and as long as I had a good podcast in my ears and clothing to suit the elements, it was fun – meditative even.
Needless to say, my fiancée and I could not have gone the distance without the help of erstwhile equipment – 3 separate prams helped us through it all. One of these is a tank that we use to put our boy to sleep on the balcony or outside, now that he has learned how to sleep without being pushed around. I have no idea what make it is (my mother in-law donated it to us after finding it God knows where) but It´s saved us quite a few miles so we have a soft spot for it.
The other 2, however – things of beauty no less are as follows ( for all you up and coming parents ; )
Cybex Priam: A bit on the pricey end but we´ve never regretted buying this stylish pram. One nifty detail is the brown leather handle, which adds a touch of class to the entire construction. The priam is small and nimble, unlike the tank-like Emma Jungas and similar which barely fit into Copenghagen´s small lobbies let alone public transport. I recommend getting the cot and the lux carry cot with the priam.
For our holidays (and we had many of these to the Danish west coast where our folks live as well as to the Indonesian islands for a month, with a transit in Qatar,) I can recommend the Babyzen Yoyo Stroller. This foldable baby (pun intended) comes in a beautiful case that fits the cabin luggage requirements of all airlines (unless you fly with Ryanair or similar, which I strongly advocate you don´t in anycase.) We found it extremely handy and manoeuvrable – even in the potholed streets of Bali.
And now – those photos, I hope you enjoy them.
I started surfing about 4 years ago in Honolulu, Hawaii. Since then, this hobby has taught me more about myself than 25 plus years of competitive team sports have. The only pressure to perform here is how well you take your next wave.
Here are some of my favourite surf pictures and stories so far. I´ve been fortunate enough to surf on 4 continents, finding enjoyment in each and every break I´ve dragged my board onto.
Hawaii – where it all began
Mauritius – not the best waves by Le Morne (I had to take a boat out to them and they weren´t anything to shout home about but I did see some dolphins underneath my board and that was unforgettable!
Denmark – Cold, not known for surfing but oh such waves!
Løkken – the beach break closest to my home away from home in Jutland
Cold Hawaii, Klitmøller / Vorupør. My favourite surf spot in Denmark
Indonesia – a surfer´s paradise
Jungut Batu – Nusa Lembongan Island – my favourite surf spot in Indonesia – on a small island with very few cars on it
Balangan Beach – the first place I surfed in Indonesia. The break is quite a rough one and it´s popular but there´s a laidback feel to life in these parts that I liked
Batu – Bolong – an easy but crowded break in Canggu, Bali. Truly a surf Mekka
Hawai – land of Earth, air, water and fire. Of all the places I have visited, it stands out as one of the most spectacular. In many ways, I find it hard to believe that Hawaii is part of The United States – it seems so genuine and humble by comparison to the mainland. Here’s a video of one of my best trips yet, and a bunch of photos to boot.
Waipio Valley / Hawi
North Shore (Banzai Pipeline, Waimea Bay, Sunset Beach)
The world is bleeding and so are our hearts and souls. The very fabric of our societies is being stretched, beyond imagination.
And yet, together we are and always have been stronger. And together, in spirit, we shall rise through it all. I wrote this poem and made these images from my life in 5 of the many countries affected by the COVID-19 pandemic
I want to fly again
Into the wispy winds of time
Beyond the valleys and the seas
Over sandy beaches
And laughing children
Over hands held in love
And friends embracing
I want to fly again
Into dream-carved sunsets
Beyond dancing shadows
Over smokey fires
And smiling octogenerians
Over lovers locked in dance
And flowers in bloom
I want to fly again
I want to fly again
Denmark – Det hele skal nok gå
New York – Everything will be allright
Italy – andrà tutto bene
Spain – Todo saldrá bien
Paris – Tout Ira Bien
Stockholm in the winter is well and truly a cold, dull and dark place.
Scratch beneath the surface and you will find a whole new world, however — one of colour, caves and vast artworks, each with their own story and heritage.
Since the late fifties, Stockholm´s metro stations have been decorated by the works of numerous artists, who have created epic underground wonderlands that are both functional as well as fun.
I didn´t visit all of Stockholm´s elaborate metro stations (saving some for another rainy day) but those that I did have the pleasure of seeing truly beguilded me.
My imagination wandered ‘neath the bedrock and beyond it´s confines — I saw Darth Vader, Zion´s hall from The Matrix and so much more.
JPEG Mafia, Roskilde Festival 2019