If I would have edited a picture per day this post only would have been enough for two months. But I don’t, or we don’t, both of us work with our photos and this blog with one camera each and one computer each, every day. And we do it cuz we love it. This is
This is one of those places that only exists in dreams. It´s a hidden little village along the high way one with no signs left saying it even exists. At first we tought the locals in the town must be mad at the locals at the surf for taking the signs down all the time
Wonder if these last two guys are the strongest of all, standing against all pressure or just leftovers not really knowing what they were doing.
This day was one of our most epic days on our last journey. Imagine one of the coolest islands in the world, with loads and loads of culture, strong religion and old traditions. Imagine the whole island throwing a party on the same day, based on their strong island belief. That was what this day
Camps Bay is situated on the hills of Table Mountain, facing the big blue sea. With mighty Lion’s Head to the right and a never ending coastline to the left. The town is winding roads framed with lush verdure and luxurious villas ending at the seaside with a boulevard. And the light, oh buddha, look
