Thank you for listening folks, and may whatever come!
Paradise kidnapped me! I'm living a life-changing story at the green donkey a.k.a. l'Ane Vert. It's one of these rare places where love reigns instead of money. We chill out, we chill in, we build a house, we sleep ontop of eachother, we go surfing, we get high, we fight with Walter the Donkey, we repare shit, we run naked at the beach early in the morning, we even throw eggs sometimes.
In other words, life's good and we're living it!
This post is about a funny french guy named Damien. He happened to notice me on my bike in some god-lost village near Essaouira. He was walking with his shaman, an old moroccan man full of wisdomness and depthity, and said, “nice bike dude!”.
Here I am with Ashak, the old shaman, in his home. This is a photo of his whole home, which wasn’t hard to take considering it measures 4 square meters.
Another picture of where Ashak lives, this time from the outside. This the Mellah, the jewish neighborhood in which they live. Their ceilings are literally falling on their heads, and none of these buildings are abandoned.
Bottom line is, I spent one week in Damien’s house in Essaouira, amazing place of material poverty, inner wealth, and above all compassion.
Life’s good guys!
These guys have so little they sleep under a tarp. And yet they filled my crab with fresh melons without accepting anything in return! Inner wealth and material poverty seem to go hand in hand.
This is the boat I found after going around looking to hitch a boat for almost a week, up and down Sète’s docks. You probably agree this moment seems to be of biblical proportions.