The Energy has been revolving around fire, when the classical
guitar started to sing ONE LOVE, ONE HEART, Let’s get together and feel
alright.
And Feeling alright
we did by setting on a journey out of the Island into the summer of Love,
through the coast of France to the Alps of Italy, where the eco communities
awaits us to teach the man paths of self-sustainability.
“No busking-No drive”
and I think about
life:
it will be alright,
because we all have a lot
of love and light…
Said R2D2 while sitting in the front window like a child
that has never seen father sun, or maybe like a drifting sailor waiting for
philosophical winds to take another destination into the continental land of
Brotherhood.
This is a journey of never ending destinations, where three souls, Suneth, R2D2 and Luka unite to
master arts of self-sustainability, the beginning is always the toughest, and what
challenges lies ahead of us we do not
know, but the first step has already been taken…
We have come to France from England four days ago and we
have found France as the most beautiful country
in the world.
Chapter 1.
During first day of busking we made 7 Euros, proudly and
luckily raised by two amazing people who speak the language of music in the
ghost town of Fecamp.
Not many positive vibrations were felt from this ghost town,
but our music was awarded with left over fruits from the market. Beautiful
healing sounds of the ocean waves splashing against the pebble beach of Fecamp
and a few smiles from music enthusiastic folks, made it all happen.
17th June 2013
Yesterday we have been driving all day long and our journey
was very tiring, but in the small town we found a little paradise on the bank
of a river somewhere in the North-West of France.
Paradise after paradise stopped the devil inside our
desires, therefore a long jump had to be made by fuelling up our car ‘Roadie’
with a full tank and head to a city called Angers, where the hippie God walking
barefoot into a fountain in the middle of plattza approached us and gave map to collaborative funky village
called “Troglobal”.
Troglobal was a community with open doors to anyone to come
and live a free life by helping each other.
Finding this village turned out to be yet another challenge
in our path, as we entered the nearby town to ask for directions; it turned out
to be yet another ghost town with no human soul to get any advice. As the sun
was setting and clouds forming into a rain we decided to call it a day and camp
for the night. We camped next to a peaceful lake with an orchestra of singing
frogs and the rain pouring above our heads, dreaming of pyramids and flying
cars, we eagerly awaited for the following day to continue the search for the
village.
18th of June 2013
All night was raining badly and we made camping under the
trees, talking about “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho when Suneth said, that we
are still looking for the pyramids and out legends…
Legendary tea is being made while Suneth is drying his socks
above a candle, D2 is chillin’ on a chair planning his next trip to tepee village
and Luka is fixing his dream catcher since last night the hardcore
visualisation shook inner peace leaving dramatically, bombastically and insanely
thrilling state of wet consciousness.
The aftermath of a heavy rain night: The further south we
drive hopes for sunny sun is raising, however, seems like cloudy mood of the sky is fallowing
us from the Island.
It’s so cold and funny…funny haha or funny hih hih?
Luka: Where is the sun guys, we might have to time travel
1000 years to another solar system to find our hot spot for never ending jammin’
19th of June 2013
YES, WE FOUND IT, by asking whole village of Grezille.
“South is the way!”
says Suneth while shivering in the cave of Trogloba, while the rain continues
to pour down on the earth.
Troglobal, happened to be delightful experience with the
most beautiful, balanced, content travellers on this side of Loara. Gathering
of smiles, kindness, incredible food and what most important, THE BEST
MUSICIANS in the UINIVERSE. El Professionals, House of Buskers.
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