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IMG_20190406_125226Since last I wrote and three of you read, I’ve dealt with that sudden slap-to-the-face of reality.

I tried parking in Israel with family and friends to write the book but the ongoing conflict and occupation wasn’t the peace and quiet needed for reflection.

Mentally: past traumas rose from their suppressed hiding corners of Brain’s memory.

Emotionally: the partner at the time had really pushed me into a mirror and had much needed self-work.

Physically: Spine did not enjoy carrying 30 kilos for three years.


Flinders St Station, Melbourne

After a year in India, the relationship with the ex blew up like the Middle East (honesty was not her best policy) and I returned at the beginning of 2018 to where it all began – Melbourne, Australia. I reunited with family and friends and searched a way to adhere to a moneyless lifestyle while avoiding ‘The System’.

I house-sat for an amazing family living in India who had a summer home in the small coastal town of Airey’s Inlet in winter – my first in five years. 14 layers, a beard, a pair of UGG boots, a tattoo, hot-water bottle (there’s a reason why it’s called a summer home) and six months later, I emerged from the pad of isolation and self-reflection with a thousand-page manuscript, having been introduced to Men’s work and self-healing via emailing back and forth with a therapist in Israel.


The Bedouin Dancehall Beat

I purchased a van – The Bedouin Dancehall Beat – lived in it around Lorne during summer. Surfed, worked in property maintenance with a legend of a man who let me camp on his farm where kangaroos would rouse me to rise with the sun. Gigged Lorne’s Christmas party with one-off band – This One Time – and tried my mouth at some stand-up comedy. Tried dating apps and ended up collecting material for said stand-up bit (‘Netflix and chill’ means sex? Who knew).

Love did find its way into my broken heart and began to heal it. Rony is raw, pure honesty, intelligent and one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. Now we head off on a huge joint-adventure: a long temporary return to Israel including working and living throughout the entire summer, leading up to another election bout in September.


David Ben Gurion

We’ll be staying with her amazing parents in the small town of Ganei Tikva, about 7 K’s south of Tel Aviv. I’ll be teaching local kids on summer camps how to surf and respect the water and teach tourists how to drown in the evenings to a beautiful sunset.

We’ll be exploring – with Animal – around the Holy Land as much as we can, playing music, doing comedy and reporting to the three of you that still read these Nomadic Diaries with pictures, videos and weekly 500-word articles (seems I get carried away with my writing). And even an Instagram page (oi vey).

IMG_20190406_125738Unconventionally flying on June 16th from Melbourne with three days in Zurich, Switzerland, to break the jet-lag, we land in Tel Aviv on June 20th and begin the new adventures under the title of Stam Ba Yam, in Hebrew meaning, Just by the sea.

In the words of the great Jake the Dog and Finn the Human: “It’s Adventure Time!”

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A year ago I left everything I ever knew of my life and drove out in the dark morning of an autumn Melbourne sunrise, heading towards a clichéd unknown destiny.

A year on the road (and 5 months at sea) living out of my backpack, escorted by my guitar (the surfboard I had started out with I donated to Soul Surf Project in Bali) and a daypack – my world had expanded beyond the complexities of western society.

In this past year I met the most amazing people I have ever crossed paths with (besides the amazing people already in my life). I did things I have never ever dreamed of doing like hitch-hiking in Asia, catching sailing boats to cross the seas in the off-season (also known as cyclone season). I explored deserted islands in the middle of the Indian Ocean, rode motorbikes in suicidal Asian traffic and partied hard on beaches, in bars, clubs and private homes.

I slept in hammocks in the Malaysian jungle, woke up in a car park in Bangkok, did some contortioning yoga in Thailand, swam with sharks in Chagos, swam in 4,000 meters of water, saw dolphins at sunrise and sunset. Saw mind-tripping bio luminous plankton, more stars than in an astronomers wet dream and witnessed some of the most breath-taking sunsets known to man.

12 months, 10 countries, countless of adventures and that cemented feeling of never returning to a ‘normal’ life-style.

This is me for the rest of my days. Thanks to everyone that hosted me and helped me along the way. Before I start my two-year (thereabouts) hitch-hiking expedition across Africa to the Middle East, here’s a quick summary of the year gone by:


Number of Countries Visited – 10

Number of Islands Visited – 22

Number of Mountains conquered – 6

Number of Boats Sailed – 12

Number of Bodies of Water Crossed – 2 – The Timor Sea and the Indian Ocean

Furthest Distance Covered by Land – 5,400 KM (driving from Melbourne to Darwin through the Outback, Australia)

Furthest Distance Covered by Sea – 4,000 nautical miles (7,408 KM, crossing the Indian Ocean from Thailand to South Africa)

Number of Storms Encountered at Sea – 9

Number of Shitting Bricks Moments at Sea 3

Number of Fish Caught – 5

Number of Fish Hooked but then Escaped – 8

Number of Times Hit by Flying Fish – 1

Number of Motorbikes Ridden – 8

Number of Motorbike Accidents – 3

Number of Motorbike Accidents where I was at Fault – 2

Number of Surf Spots Surfed – 6

Favourite Conservation Project – MYCAT – Tiger Conservation, Malaysia

Number of Leeches – 17

Number of Leeches that Sucked Me Dry – 3

Favourite Surf Spot – Bukka, Mossel Bay, South Africa

Number of Near-death Experiences – 3
– Any bus ride\road crossing in Asia
– Surfing Desert Point, Lombok, Indonesia
– Stung by Portuguese Man O’War in the middle of the Indian Ocean

Number of Food Poisonings – 1 (Madagascar)

Number of Jellyfish Stings – 3 (Portuguese Man O’War)

Number of Dinghies Stolen – 1 (Madagascar)

Number of Sandals Stolen – 1 (Madagascar – they were in the dinghy)

Number of Sunglasses Lost – 3 (Timor Sea and Indian Ocean)

Number of iPhones Lost 1 (Timor Sea)

Number of Parties Attended – 31… I think

Number of Parties Remembered – 20… I think

Number of Acid Trips – 2 (Sri Lanka – trippy, South Africa – mellow)

Favourite Word for ‘thank you’ – Stoo-tie (Singahlese, Sri Lanka)

Favourite Word for ‘you’re welcome’ – Suma-suma (Indonesian)

Favourite Word for ‘sweet as’ – Lekker (Afrikaans, South Africa)

Number of Sponsors – 3 – Ticket to the Moon (Bali, Indonesia) supplying a travel hammock
North Ridge (South Africa) supplying a 65L backpack
Source (Israel) supplying hiking sandals and a 3L water bag

Favourite Alcoholic Beverage – Coconut liquor (known as Arak), Sri Lanka

Best Weed – Sri Lanka



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My first interview for an online travel magazine – in Croatia. The English version is at the bottom of the page.


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