First time in my life I get lost in a transport station. Amsterdam Centraal: no signs, no logic, just polished concrete and existential doubt. Scandinavian design looks great until you’re stuck in it for an hour, walking in circles like it’s an escape room with no exit.
#MusicCasaWeek was such a wholesome vibe, parents and kids dancing together under the sun 🌞 A daytime fest that feels like a sweet kermesse, and honestly, we need more of that energy in Morocco. Pure joy. @NRJhitmusiconly 🙏
Retour au Maroc : chaos organisé. Retard, absence de processus, gestion bancale. Valises introuvables pour un quart des passagers, y compris moi. On nous balade de tapis roulant à autre toutes les 15 min, sans responsable à qui parler. Tout le monde râle. Welcome back !
I step on my last plane of this trip, everyone’s speaking Darija, there’s already a fight over overhead luggage, and someone just pulled out a khlii sandwich for Shour… Bro, I’m still miles away, but Morocco already got me. It’s over and I’m bit ready to be back !
How is Jared Leto 53 and still out here looking like a mystical elf who never ages?Skin flawless, hair thriving, body refusing gravity. This man is a walking glitch in the system !
Started my trip with a single 17 kg suitcase. Halfway through, I’m at 40 kg + an 8 kg cabin bag. At this point, I’m just a few souvenirs away from paying excess baggage fees AND emotional damages. Shopping is not good, let’s say that 😆
Booked the first flight, then panicked because we didn’t have the visa yet. Paid for an express visa that costs me too much. Got another ticket, only to mess up the date 🙊 At check-in? Another fee to fix it on the spot. Vietnam 🇻🇳 you better make this worth it.
Maybe it’s the mushroom juice, maybe it’s the Gili sunset, or the way the music feels like it’s playing just for you. Whatever it is, it hits different when the sky turns pink and the world starts to sway.
Ça peut vous choquer, mais je crois que j’aime un peu trop les Russes. Je ne m’attendais pas à trop les fréquenter, et encore moins ici… et ils/elles ont un je-ne-sais-quoi qui m’attire. Maintenant, je sais très bien souffler “Bozhe, ya lyublyu eto” au bon moment.
Vous n’avez rien demandé mais je vous le dis tout de même. À Bali, t’as 3 types : le digital nomad qui bosse sur son Mac avec un smoothie bowl, le yogi qui te parle de tes chakras mal alignés, et le touriste convaincu d’avoir trouvé le sens de la vie après 2j à Ubud.
I’ve decided to stay here until the end of January. And if January feels as endless as a Sunday without Wi-Fi, it’s because I asked time to slow down. Sorry, but the clocks are getting a tan !