On Norway and its Midnight-Sun

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Norway, Gimsøysand, a hidden spot on the far side of the Lofoten Islands. It owns beautiful white sand beach and a perfect open view for Norwegian midnight-sun.

 “Night was coming on again; the sun just dipped into the sea and rose again, red, refreshed, as if it had been down to drink. I could feel more strangely on those nights than anyone would believe”  — Knut Hamsuns Pan

7 days and 168 hours in Norway,

1,331 Miles of traveling,

8 times Hitchhiking with nice people from 5 countries,

3 beautiful Norwegian cities and 3 amazing Norwegian villages,

1 time jump into ice cold lake and 1 time trapped on top of snow mountain,

And the sun never sets.

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Prague Castle

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The largest ancient castle in the world – Prague Castle.

“The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of square windows explode orange, red, and purple, like a million TV sets broadcasting the apocalypse. Clouds unspool. The sky drains of birds.”

— Tod Wodicka

Sahara – The Way of Isolating

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There was this time I was staying on a farm range near a small town called Tagounite, south Morocco.

I stayed with a local family and other young traveller. The farm range is about 30 minutes of walk from town.

Of course there was nothing, we didn’t have much water, only probably 10 Liter a day, delivered by the trunk driver from town. The electricity was limited, so we got used to getting up when it’s light and go to bed (tent) when it’s dark.

Sometimes you open the muddy door and get amazed by the weather, just like when this photo was shot. But there are other times, the nature shows its cruelest side. And there is nothing you can do.

We have traveled thousand miles for this: Nothing.

And that was the only thing we’ve got: Nothing, but Sahara. The nature teaches one things by showing us the endless dunes, harsh sunlight, struggling cactuses, and the absolute stillness.

However strange it might sound, we chose to come to that farm and chose to stay, until one becomes used to the way of isolating and it’s hard to leave again.

Budapest Morning Sketch

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Take a walk through the morning crowds, through giant restaurants with Italian and Spanish and Latin names in front. You make a stop and try to figure out names on menus and find out that they just serve same food for tourists, then you decide to keep walking while at the same time hoping to be able to just grab a coffee. Anywhere.

Then you reach a crossroads with four possibilities to walk further, pick out one alley that seems with less crowds, stroll through smaller and tinier cafés, many of which are still closed. Some of the open ones have tiny tables outside, a father and his son sitting there, having breakfast with ice-cream.

Then you are kindly reminded by a street worker, he cannot speak English, but just yell out and point direction on the ground and you realize you dropped the jacket. Pick it up, say thank you to him and he just laughed, a bit shy.

And there is this cafe, for which you have to wait another 10 minutes to open. This is the place you chose to spend your morning in, because if one is patient enough to stand outside of the old, narrow window you see all the old wooden decorations and black white jazz poster and one old video projector on the wall with scarlet bricks.

This is where you sit at a tiny round oak table in the morning and start first coffee and light first cigarette.

Exit Marrakesh

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Although they say Fès was the kingdom of Morocco and is now the kingdom of leather industry. Marrakesh, however, is nowadays the bustling kingdom. I was constantly reminded of the name of one German film when I tried to fight my way through local markets and streets: Exit Marrakesh. And I did.

But before that, I can hardly argue that Marrakesh isn’t one ‘must-stop’ when you visit the country. After all, it has the biggest djemaa el fna and countless royal gardens, or sometimes, when you are lucky, around the corner under the midday sun, lies some authentic stillness.

Laughing Eyes in Morocco

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The first time I was in Morocco was exact two years ago. Now when I look through the pictures I took in that land, the most satisfying ones are those with loving smiles and laughing eyes.

This picture was taken inside of a taxi, on my way to visit Marjorlle Gardens, Marrakesh. After few attempts of breaking through helpless traffic jam and winning competition with two young women running on scooter, he gave up and we stuck on the road.

Then came the young women and we rolled down the window and started to talk.