A warm flashback on a cold day.

December 30, 2012 – Strait of Georgia

It’s times like these when it’s rainy and grey (true westcoast winter!), I close my eyes and remember the times spent on the tropical beaches, the people I met and the waves we surfed…

Hope this successfully shares some of the joy of travel and feeling of adventure that were experienced :)

The clips are mostly from West Sumbawa and South Lombok, as well as some from Bali, Sumatra and the Mentawais. So pretty much exclusively Indonesia. The airport at the start is Padang on Sumatra, and the ferry is the crossing of the Alas Strait between Lombok and Sumbawa.

The surf breaks shown are: Supersuck, YoYo’s and Tropicals on Sumbawa; Grupuk Bay, Are Goleng and Tanjung A’an on Lombok; Bingin and Uluwatu on Bali; and Burger World in the Mentawais. :) Song is Congo by Vancouver’s Bear Mountain.


The 366 day-dream

“All men dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible.” -T.E. Lawrence

“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.” -Henry David Thoreau

Kuala Lumpur – May 1, 2012
Just made a new vid. The concept is based on a year-long (day)dream. In this case a leap year.

In early May, I found myself wandering Little India in Kuala Lumpur, walking the same streets, eating at the same restaurants and sleeping at the same hostel as almost exactly one year ago. It felt somewhat surreal, especially since I was still wearing the same clothes and carrying the same bag as a year previous. I had the strange sensation that I could’ve just fallen into a really deep sleep the night before, only it lasted for 366 days instead of 12 hrs. You know how sometimes you’ll have a long rambling dream where one adventure morphs continually into another? Well I get those.

I was thinking back on all the fading memories of the past year swirling around in my head, like when you wake up too soon in the morning, desperately trying to cling to the fading images of a sweet dream, slipping away from memory like sand through your fingers. And indeed it was a dream that I had lived: my dream of travelling the world.

And if you could take snapshots at different moments, well, it might look something like this: