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...the wild Sin River bank looked different this evening.

The people on 20 kayaks found the spots to unload their small 5.5 meters boats and a small group of drifters already was sitting and laughing around the small gas burner making the ritual tea which was called "the Shaggy Butterfly Cafe". Each of them was the true legend with a lot of adventurous stories in his/her pockets. They came together to do this short kayaking trip, to live their lives in their own natural way. Their jokes and lough's were flowing upon the river in all directions and didn't interfere but went to resonate with nightingale song, adding the nice vibrations to this wild place and to this beautiful, flying in mystery planet itself.

...the cloud slowly flowed under my thermo. It was misty, cold, wet and dark. Fast breathing, high hard rate...It seemed to me that there wasn't enough oxigen in the air..There wasn't...It was the 3600m altitude on Khopra and it was enough for me and Dan. We weren't experienced mountain climbers and we've been in the mountains for less than a week, so we had to have a time to adjust to high altitudes...

 

...it took two days(two flights & two buses) to get to the winter. Simply I switched the winter switch on when I wanted. It's like you live in a constant summer and turn the blue switch on to cool down and ride in a snow powder whenever you want. My daughter Alisa lives in between two volcanos and already became a part of the mountains... It's easy, when you work here as a snowboarding instructor...

I taste the beer and feel that they brew it better here than in Queensland. It's the first spring day and there is the strong wind on the mountain, but I'm so happy that I'm here, that Alisa is riding somewhere close, that the snow is not only slowly falling but blocking all my sence holes and I love him (snow) again, like I loved him when I did my long winter trips in the past when I was working as a tourist instructor. 

I discovered that Japanese people are amazing and I'm getting drunk without the sake with the strong wind out of boundaries....

There is no time for me again..There is only the flowing snow, Alisa's lough and heaps of snowboarding gear which is drying up now to ride in between the sky and ground tomorrow...

 

 

 

 

Where to do SCUBA Diving in the Whitsundays and what can you see? Can I dive from the mainland or I need to find the boat? Can I hire the equipment and how much does it cost? Is it beautiful? Is it a part of the Great Barrier Reef? Where can I find the proper underwater photographer in Airlie Beach to take some photos with us? 

I'm going to answer all this questions here and show you some  of the amazing photographs from my countless dives in the Whitsundays.

 

 

 

...it was always my passion...my second passion. Whenever I can I put my mask on and dissolve unda da sea...or even in a dirty pond when there is no sea around.

It' is all about the emotions and feelings. I dissolve in the water and it's always the best time of my day which becomes one of the best parts of my life I never regret of.

My photographs are like the side effects, like the cuts from the snowflakes, which I'm cutting nearly all the time-to keep it snowing. I love it. I love taking photos and I'm always "deep and wet" as much as I can.

So, here is what's left after my snowflakes..Enjoy...Hopefully it'll make you to create your own ones...

We asked the mummy: "what is love?" and got the silence as an answer...

We hadn't heard anything and I was still waiting, that her soul who could be sitting on the coffin's edge reveal it's presence somehow. But it looked like the soul was sitting under the house and we didn't feel that escape moment...

Who knows, might be she was sleeping or thinking over our question...

..the kid died and was buried in the evening...The people form Ku'ku-Ku'ku tribe, which means man eat man, took him out from the grave, cooked and eat him at night.

My Papua friend Tea told me that in the morning and when they smiled she saw the pieces of the human's flesh in between their teeth.

-What was the reason, that they eat the died kid? May be because their shaman told them to destroy the bad spirit which which lived in the kid's body?-I asked her

-No! Simply it's very tasty....-she answered

Imagine that you woke up one morning in sweat, because it feels like you are running out of air...All your senses are screaming for help...You try to move and you are unable to...You feel as if the walls are closing down on you...

Then you finally realize that your whole life have been put inside of this tiny and uncomfortable box, in which you only get certain amounts of air and freedom...

Society dictates how much of air and freedom you are allowed to have...

At first you panic...Then you either adjust to this box and meditate each morning in order to convince your soul that this is as good as it gets for you or you try to find a way to break free?...

It's always up to you...

...Once you stand at crossroads of uncertainty, drowning in the desert that is your soul, who is thirsty for water will see a mirage… keep walking… be brave… one step after the other. If your tired of the journey and all unforgiving elements of it’s puzzle, trust the road even more… trust the journey… The road, no matter which one you decide to walk on or which turn you will take, will eventually bring you back to you… to the truth…home...
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