“The Trim Scene” Part1.

Introduction. It feels like a lifetime ago I was nestled “High” up in the Hills of Humboldt County. Days passed with our heads face down into our trim bins. The sound of scissors as they snip away the leaves on those precious Buds, each gram adding to the overall some of one inner greed, unable … Continue reading “The Trim Scene” Part1.

The Road Trip. Canadia part 2

I spent the next month with Sophie travelling up into the wild north of British Columbia. The beautifully rugged scenery, endless mountain sprawls, starring out at snow capped mountain peaks whilst laying naked in the summers sun alongside some gorgeous rivers edge, diving into pristine waters, showering under hot water falls, bathing in hot springs, … Continue reading The Road Trip. Canadia part 2

FirstDazeInCanadia.

The rain falls outside the foggy windows of the van, inside, the smoke curls in the condensed air, wrapped under the multiple layers of blankets, my head nestled into the excessive number of throw pillows. Ignoring the water leaking through a series of invisible cracks in the window seals, that I still haven’t fixed for … Continue reading FirstDazeInCanadia.

India IsOver/ThePastIsThePast.

The past is the past, if anything is more reassured from my time spent in India its that we must all try to be free within the present, I lost my last piece of writing and I find it hard to go over every detail again and put down into words, so I’m just going … Continue reading India IsOver/ThePastIsThePast.

Wandered.

HeWonderedHeWanders. 13|05|18 Is there pleasure in roaming life as the nomad? What is it like? How is it one can support his travels for so long? How does one can keep moving without security or a career? One just does, where there is a will to leave behind everything one once knew there is a … Continue reading Wandered.

SceneTwo:Three

Its been a rough ride, as rough as the camel I rode in jeiselmere with its hump punching my nuts for two hours, to reach “the desert”, painting the picture it was more of a tiny patch of sand surrounded by shrubby undergrowth, with more than the normal amount of goats you would usually encounter … Continue reading SceneTwo:Three

SceneOne|India.

I am stationary, and it feels nice. A month of non stop travelling India, through the provinces of Rajistan from Jaipur and Jeiselmere up close to the border of Pakistan into Punjab to come back down into Uttar Pradesh into the holy city of Varanassi to then head straight back across the country in over … Continue reading SceneOne|India.