GREETINGS FROM LONDON

Mathias and I spent a few days in London doing synchronized moonwalks in the tube and spicing up English food ...

English Breakfast

Ouch!


What´s left of Hamburger and Fries

tags: London, English breakfast

CUT OUT YOUR AGONY AND SPRAY IT <- clicken Sie here ...

You know I love street art, right? Here's a new and inspiring website, STNCL*RVLTN [say STENCIL* REVOLUTION]. It shows you how to become a regular graffitti gangster: Pick image, cut out stencil, spray it on your favorite wall, and get the hell outta there.

LIVE BY THE BLADE

Destroy the shackles of lethargy ... liberate your creative potential! The hunger is in you, I know it. To release it you must stop soaking it in alcohol and TV until you no longer feel. Go out there, leave your mark on world, celebrate the power of indiviudal expression.

Need support? A helping hand to get you started, to keep the devil of apathy from your couch? Try STNCL*RVLTN

STNCL*RVLTN is a do-it-yourself shop and gallery for urban stencil art. Stencil art pictures are sprayed onto walls by the use of one or more stencils, each representing only one color. Reducing the color palette like that simmers images down to their bare essence and amplifies the raw emotion behind them, making this type of graffitti a loud soldier for your message. Try it, you'll like it!

STNCL*RVLTN inspires with kick-ass logos and in-yer-face graffitis sprayed on the walls of enemy camps. This shit brings out the soldier in me. I love it ... go fight the battle!

tags: street art, guerilla, art

AACHEN PARIS BIKE ADVENTURE: BEAUTIFUL PARIS! <- clicken Sie here ...

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Six days, six hundred kilometers, two bikes, two tents, and no comfort. We did it, I can't believe it! What a great feeling, especially in this magnificent city. We spend another four days enjoying original French joie de vivre: Lounging in the city's delightful parks, sipping on cheap French wine, pondering about the meaning of life using grand words. What more can you ask for?

Pondering

Paris is great, and this is love letter to you, to you and your beautful women. I fell head over heels. What is it about you that makes the women here so beautiful, so sensual, so erotic? Is it the warm breeze that playfully lets the leaves dance around the feet of your ravishing ladies, the balmy summer sun that glows around their silouettes, or the grand atmosphere that adds a dramatic touch to their appearances?I don't know. I just adore it, I simply adore the women.

It's not just the Parisian women, either, it's all the women I see on the streets, french ones or tourists, all have this light touch of magic about them. A blouse that is just a tiny bit more revealing than usual, lipstick that is a tad more brave, or jeans that makes the cheeks just a touch bouncier.

And the curls! The streets are full of curls, delightfully untamed and natural. You just want to run your fingers through them, bathe your hands in their frivolous, shiny loops. Nowhere on Earth have I been so captured by female beauty, nowhere does it fit a city so well. Paris, you truly are the city of love.

Au revoir! Thanks for the wonderful time I spent with you. Can't wait to return...

tags: adventure, bicyle, aachen, paris, beauty

AACHEN PARIS BIKE ADVENTURE: DAY 6 <- clicken Sie here ...

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Today we want to start early to make sure we reach Paris. We have about 70km left, at least that's what we estimate. Enthusiastically we leave our private beach behind and head South.

Our tempo is high today, somehow we are driven by the thought of Champs Elysees and the Arc de Triomphe. The bike hums like a well-oiled sewing machine as I push steadily into the pedals: Whrr whrr whrr. My eyes are tacked to Mario's back wheel and we roll in unison along the French countryside. I feel like a machine, a part of a train that is ceaselessly plowing forward: Whrr whrr whrr. Even though clothes are damp and my joins are aching, nothing matters right now, just the sound of the chain moving the bike: Whrr whrr whrr. I push forward towards Paris, getting closer with every turn of the crank. I am totally focussed.

My ass is sore, my wrists ache, my knees hurt, but I bite my teeth. "At one point the pain will subside", Lance Amstrong once said about the Tour de France. He is right: The pain will subside in Paris, and the anxiousness to reach our goal overpowers everything else. Just keep on going.

Rain showers

We pace along but are stopped frequently by rain showers. To pass the time we play cards huddling under small roofs. When are we going to reach our goal? We are already past our estimate of 70km for the day, but no city in sight, only the orange-yellow of wheat fields as far as the eye can see.

At last we find the Eiffel tower on the horizon: Barely visible it looks mighty far away. Now frustration builds up as my energies run lower and lower. We have no idea how far it could still be. To make matters worse we keep on getting lost trying to find a small road to lead us into the city, but the national road seems too dangerous in the mist and heavy traffic.

Our odyssee goes on and on, but at dusk we are finally standing in downtown Paris. At this point we have gone 115 km today, by far the longest day trip yet. it is still about 30 km to the camp ground, the Bois de Boulogne on the outskirts of the city. I decide that I've had it with camping out and deserve a hotel for the misery I've gone through. Mario of course wants to set up tent. I quickly find a small hotel, while Mario rides on to the camp site. We will meet again tomorrow.

Paris: We finally made it. I should feel relief, triumph, invigoration, but all I feel is exhaustion. All other emotions are drained. Shower. Clean clothes. Bed.

tags: adventure, bicyle, aachen, paris