I love to travel. As a matter of fact, I did my share of visiting different places and embracing different cultures. But it was not before I discovered TJ’s vlog I found out that I was doing it the wrong way. My trips were usually short and were lacking all the colorful exotica and genuine enjoyment that is streaming from her videos.
Thumbs up for this innocent and charming boy who puts fingers down when asked if he can relate to a situation and he does. He only got 14,7 K views and I wonder. I wonder what the hell. The video is far from boring, even though he is not jumping through a ring of fire for my sole entertainment. And yet, I find it incredibly amusing.
I know what you think. Selfies are amateurs’ way of showing off where you’ve been, how did you feel. Not with Photoshop and 10 seconds delay on your camera. You can really achieve professional-quality using a quite simple technique.
The first time I saw Shakira was in Whenever, wherever video and I genuinely did not feel threatened by the usual celebrity perfection, on the contrary, finally a girl out there with curves. The next thing I know I am dancing on that good vibe track all around the kitchen. But I still was not an addict. That came three video releases later.
Life is no Rubik cube. At least I find it difficult to fix every aspect in its exact place. My life is a kaleidoscope, where joy and sorrow twirl together in a colorful mixture. So I walk. I walk through life and I walk through the fields surrounding my little town. Some steps take me closer to love ones, some steps are a mistake, but that’s life.
Jorgen and Kirstine, a friendly and curious Danish couple, had enough of the Bulgarian big cities. Neither the city centres offered some meaningful experience, neither the churches impressed them, even less the architecture. They were kindly advised by Lonely Planet not to miss the mountains and this is where they were heading to. But not the most famous mountains, no, they were on their way to the mysterious and remote Strandga. The distance was not to be underestimated and they stopped at a pretty seaside town called Sozopol and rented a room from a desperate old lady that was patiently waiting at a New Town bus stop with a sign in her hands: “Rooms 20 lv.”