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Breathing the moment
2009-03-28 15:16:00
Pico da Cruz, Santo Antao The last two days we´ve been walking and driving around the island, taking shots in several villages while trying to capture the beautiful landscape. As always, there´s no real way of capturing on a photo what you see in reality - but some shots truly reflect the beauty of this island. In the sometimes arid landscape of the island Santo Antao, the forests are prone to burn now and then. This strecth of forest, close to Pico da Cruz, had been in a fire really recently - you could still smell the smoke.Tomorrow we leave Santo Antao, to go for the island of Boa Vista. There we will meet the miles of white beaches, and a more modest landscape than the dramatic one we´re currently living in.

Gone fishing
2009-03-28 15:16:00
Outside Ponta do Sol, Santo Antao Being an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, the main occupation for men and women on Santo Antao is fishing. Every morning the fishermen set out, stay out on the waves for several hours at a time, and then bring home loads of fish to sell directly to restaurants and on the market. This morning we got the priviliege to follow them out in a boat. We went up at 5AM, and motored out of the marina at 6. You really feel diminished when sitting out at sea, as these men do every single day. Even on a calm day, waves go high - and throw the small wooden boat up and down. As we foreigners get sick and throw up - the old men just sit and stand as they please, no matter what. Tough, and worn. And extremely good at what they do. With lines, lures, live bait, nets and the occasional dive with a harpoon they provide the community with white and black tuna, serra, mackarell, lobster and numerous other fish. The techniques are astonishingly simple. Howev...

A day up high
2009-03-28 15:16:00
Ponta do Sol, Santo Antao Busy day, to say the least. Meeting with Carlos early this morning, we took a local minibus - an alguer - to a big roadcrossing on the middle of the island. From there - the long hike began. After walking through an enormous crater, now used as fertile soil for farming, we came upon the wondrous sight in the picture above. About 1500 meters above sea level, we looked down into the valley of Paúl - now covered with clouds. We descended among banana-trees, sugaracanes and wild mango while occasionally jumping out of the way for donkeys hurrying down the mountain. and soon came upon the beginning of the village, meeting a whole family living in a stone house by the road. The grandfather stood on the roof, looking down upon us. The father came out with some home-brewed Grogue - a kind of rum - and gave us a sip each from small glasses. For himself, he had a whole coffee-sized-cup full of the very strong drink. When standing there drinking, the girl in the pict...

The Facebook Phenomenon
2009-03-27 16:10:00
The Facebook Phenomenon - tearing down our wallsJonatan had a nice breakfast, it seems. Suzie seems to be younger than in real life, according to a test. George is telling Erik about the definition of work. Huh. Why should I care? I don't know. But I do.Sometimes we get too much, but most often not. We need it. Interaction. It's a matter of basic instincts really; we need food, water, roof - and someone to listen to whatever we feel like saying. As you read this, you're most probably somehow alone; chances are you're at home, "relaxing", taking some time on the Internet. And it's almost as probable that there's a closed door behind you. And we sure need this door. There's a huge world out there, and we need to escape it. But within seconds from getting inside our secure place, within the thick walls - we tear them down. Facebook, Twitter - whatever really - instantly brings us back to the global village that we're all a part of. Anan...