Sunday 25 September 2011

Taste of Morocco

'Get back on the track' - how many of people say it every day? What's the chance that today you've also got back on the track? Your moves became more accurate, you calculate faster, you read more carefully, you speak louder... Now it's also time for me to get back on the track and to recollect shattered pieces of Morocco in terms of smell and taste.

It's been a while now since we got into this bizarre activity of travelling to one of North African lands. All the way zig-zaging Morocco with the team of great individuals Migle, Ramune and Justinas:
Easy late and rainy morning breakfast consistent of Orange Juice, 'Mojito Tea' and some unpredictable pancakes.

This is the moment when I will post nothing regarding emotions. Let's talk business. This all is going to be simply about WHAT TO BE EATEN AND WHAT OPTIMALLY NOT in Morocco in terms of my stomach.

While reading you are recommended to listen to this: PUSH ME

Good things come first:
The same flawless tea from the times of breakfast.


 This sort of tea goes with the rooftops and landscapes of mountains.

Justas studying tea and turning himself into habibi.

Rough roads require stopping for a one more tea-break.

When a day comes, a proper lunch is required. Tajine. 

You have to see things from different angles.

Pure example of highly recommended dish - there is a chicken inside.

If I could, I would devote my life for a dine and wine.

Tajine doesn't grow on the trees - you have to prepare it.

Then consumption takes over! Use your right.

Proper dinner ought to be followed by a colorful dessert.

Far deserts are not rich in food.

Everyone has their own coffee-shop where they go not only for a coffee.

Instead of 'Statoil'. Also for a road. 

Your brain starts to demand water.

Where are people - there is coke. 

And McDonalds.

Every show has a backstage.

Even Nordic taste could be satisfied.

There are also things which you don't want to know about:


Not everything what comes from nature ends up in human bodies.




Don't hesitate to enjoy your lives dear fellows and comrades!





Sunday 18 September 2011

Gone photography

Well... Oh well. Life turned into the 'voyage' once more. This time roads of Riga are hit. Many things happened, many issues are still on air. After intense Saturday elections, an ordinary will of time travels took its' own part within my mind. 

Before leaving my homelands, I couldn't avoid one more casual and boring matter of packing things up into the suitcases. This time I was limitless in terms of the available packing space and consequently decided to pick some books up. So I found this one book which I will share my thoughts about right now.

One thing is obvious - the breed of photographers is growing and it's not that difficult to notice that it is not a slight growth. It's cosmic. Everyone pretty much knows at least something about this sort of visual art and is brave enough to speak about it. 

So, the path which I am going on right now is that I found this Soviet Times written manual of a professional pictures taking Koran. I have always been a soft-heart personality and not greedy enough to keep all the tangibles and intangibles to myself. As a beautiful result of this imperfect harmony, I am sharing with you a couple masterpieces according to our grandparents' school of photography.

P.S. In case, you are going to enjoy it, do not underestimate an importance of breathing. Suspended inhaling for longer than a couple of minutes could drop your oxygen levels dangerously leading to permanent brain damage eventually followed by death.  

Portrait of comrade.

Radio lovers.

Future is in your hands.

Pioneer chess-player.

Wood is luxury.

Climbing career stairs.

Our instrumental quintet.

Pioneers summer camping.

P.S.S. I couldn't not to share this movie trailer after two chess playing related pictures: