Spanish Adventures Part II

When I step foot out of the bus that took us from Málaga to Tarifa, I feel like the people here are radiating joy and contentment.
We leave our bags at the hostel, slip into our flip flops and stroll around town. Most of the shops are closed. Probably because everyone is gone surfing anyway. So instead of buying souvenirs and new clothes for these hot summer days ahead of us, we sip on ice cold smoothies, enjoy the sun and do as the locals – go to the beach and relax.

The smoothies turn into our daily routine in the afternoon and so does the beach (of course).
I take photos of everyone and everything, realising how much I’ve missed it.
So here there are, the moments I captured during my week in lovely Tarifa:

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Spanish Adventures Part I

A sunbeam reaches out to my face and I wrinkle my nose, annoyed to be woken up so early. I open my eyes, slowly but surely realizing I overslept my alarm. I rush out of bed, quickly brush my teeth and grab my suitcase. In my head, I’m running through my packing list, making sure that I didn’t miss anything though I’m definitely missing a few hours of sleep.

Luckily, I make it by seconds.

As I sit on the plane, I look out the window thinking about how much I needed to get away. How much I needed to leave everything behind me at least for a few days.
While my thoughts wander, I fall fast asleep dreaming about the sand between my toes and the salty taste you get after swimming in the ocean.

I didn’t know anything about Málaga before but I fall in love with it at the very first moment. My friend Josepha and I make our way to the hostel which is right in the heart of the city centre. Its rooftop is magical and it’s even better at night when the sky is bright with stars. The view reminds me of a painting.
We spend the day strolling along the water, eating tapas, shopping and having some drinks at our rooftop. Life is good. So good that I find myself smiling like a dork.

The next day we rent some bikes and while we wait at a traffic light, I close my eyes to take it all in – the warm sun on my skin, the fresh air breeze on my face and the smell of the ocean in my nose. I wish we could stay a little longer to explore every corner of Málaga but we already leave after two adventurous days.

In the early hours of the morning, we take the bus down south to Tarifa (…)

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wild, barefoot and free

I fly from Brisbane to Bangkok overnight and wake up to a completely different world.

When I leave the airport, I take a deep breath to clear my head. I breath it all in, the humid air, the heat and every single new smell. Even though my body arrived, my mind remains in Australia. The last few weeks have been magical but it was time to go and so I did. There is a whole new adventure in front of me now. For the next three weeks it is just me and my backpack. ‚I can do this‚ , I tell myself and wave for a taxi. I press my forehead against the cold backseat window and observe the hectic streets, while the driver takes me to my friend’s home. The air is sticky and the dress I am wearing is instantly glued to my body. 

The next few days I feel lonely, I fill many pages of my diary with heavy thoughts to lighten my heart. I don’t take any photos at all. I think I am homesick until I realise that this is not the place I am meant to be in and decide to leave. I book a bus to go down south and the following day I leave Bangkok behind. While I wait I meet a boy from Berlin and we become friends immediately. 

As the sun rises, we get to Koh Tao and I am not breathing in city air anymore. I am breathing in the sea. From now on my daily intakes include several kilos of watermelon, coconuts and pineapple to feed my body and soul. I walk everywhere barefoot, being free and careless.

During my time on the islands, I see the most magnificent sunsets, jump off cliffs and see glowing plankton. I take millions of photos to remember all of if. I always carry my camera with me. With one eye behind my lens and the other one squinted I think ‚earth is beautiful‘ .

My last stop is Patong Beach in Phuket. After my friends leave for India, it’s just me again.
I get sick five days before I leave to go home again. I spend my last days in Thailand in my hostel bed, sleeping and sweating from my fever. And then I need to board my flight already. Almost collapsing underneath my backpack, I get a taxi to the airport and take my sickness home with me.
Finally. I’m home. I never thought I would be so happy to be back home again but I am.
For now.

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the bay

Road tripping along the coast from Sydney up north, we share the car with people from all over the globe. After eight long hours, we finally arrive at our hostel in Byron Bay. Though hungry and longing for some sleep, we decide to explore our new temporary home and go to a local bar where we meet people from Europe, Canada and also Sydney and Melbourne.

The next morning, we take surfboards up the beach and I go surfing for the first time in my life. As I walk towards the water, the sun shining on my face, I find myself smiling, not caring about anything other than the ocean in front of me. The waves are crashing against my board and the board is crashing against my body. I can almost see the first bruises on my knees and hips. The wind makes me shiver but I get onto the board anyway, trying to catch a wave. Again and again. I’m floating on the water, my arms paddling towards the endless depths of the sea. I feel pure joy in my chest and paddle a bit further to enjoy the calmness of the water. Moments like this are stuck in my head forever, and at some point in the future I will randomly remember the cold waterdrops on my bare skin, the wind playing with my wet hair and the salt water on my lips. Life is all about those moments, moments of happiness.
Later that day, we wander up the hills, making our way through nature to the most easterly point of Australia. Barefoot and only wearing our bathers, we climb the fence to take a photo on the rocks with nothing but crystal clear water in front of us.

Our days are filled with lots of laughing, story telling and exploring while the nights are full of dancing and making new friends. I spend five magical days in Byron Bay with two sweet souls always by my side until it is time for us to leave again to go further up the coast.

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adventuring in the blue mountains

We wander through the deepest corners of the bush, walk down countless steps and cross old wooden bridges until we stop at a magical wanterfall, taking photos of the earth in its purest forms. At the cliffs, we overlook the mountains dipped in soft blue paint. As the sunset slowly colours the sky pink, we make our way back up the steps to see the day end from above. The view makes us realise all the beauty of the earth that we have not yet explored. N. and I share stories about life and philosophies about death until the calmness hangs in the air like an invisible veil and we just sit side by side in silence, not wanting to destroy the moment.

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a smell of salt and sand

We chase the few rays of sunlight as if they were some sort of magic. Another rain cloud passes by, making us even more wet than we already are. The waves soak my shoes and feet in salt water while the cold wind brushes against our skin. But I don’t give a care in the world. We wander along the beach, climb on rocks and take photos, using the grey sky as our canvas.  She has salty hair and goosebumps. She is a mermaid that escaped the sea.

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jewellery by AL-MA // swimwear by tigerlily