take a walk

searching for some tranquility

what if...

we forget it all about being ridiculous & just start do the simple crazy things that makes people smile.
it's friday, anyway.

truth or dare?

so do you dare?!?
aaa, da... e o leapsha... pentru cine... se ofera... recompensa...
bafta!

coming back to life

too many lines on the horizon

& there's no lime on the horizon

the twitter incident

hey, U2, there's a line on the horizon!

down & up we go

lookin' back III

see U soon.
later edit: si povestea bocancilor... pe vremuri nu aveam bani de bagat in echipament, preferam sa fac mai multe iesiri; Avem perechea asta antica de bocanci (1,5 kg bucata), altminteri faini dar care aveau o problema - li se dezlipea talpa dupa fiecare tura. La un moment dat m-am cam saturat de prelandez, super glue si alte tampenii de lipit, asa ca am recurs la cuie - cel mai bine se vede in ultima poza. Buuuun - problem solved. Aveam o tura de weekend si i-am pregatit frumos, lustruit, dat cu untura de pasare... straluceau cuiele asa frumos... I-am incaltat si am purces vesel catre piata pentru cumparaturile aferente iesirii - minunatele conserve pentru rupt spatele si linistit stomacul. Toate bune si frumoase, doar ca pe drum spre piata, in timp ce numaram maruntisul pentru cumparaturi, un "colorat" ma opreste si spune pe un ton imperativ: "Da-mi banii!". Ma uit la el, ma uit la bocanci, ma uit iar la el, ma uit iar la bocanci si ii spun: "Nu te cred". Se uita la mine - pe vremea aia eram cam subtirel, e drept, dar se uita la bocancii mei si zice: "N-am vrut, frate". Se intoarce si fuge...

the short story behind - i used to spend my money more on trips instead of equipment & my old mountain boots looked like hell. I used all kind of glues but nothing seems to work... so finally i used nails - as you can see in the last picture. On day, before going on a trip I went to buy some food for the hike & on the way to the market, a gipsy looking man said "give me your money!" - I looked at him, I looked at my freshly nailed mountain boots (1,5 kg each) an I said to him "I don't think so!". He looked at me, then looked at my boots, turned around & run away...

lookin' back II

climbing on "Turnu Seciu", nearby Horoabe's valley ;)

singing in the middle of "Vararia mica" (left - damn, we were so crazy those days), free climbing on "Coltii Morarului" (right)

View to "Malaiesti" - some years before the fire (left); on "Tiganesti" (right)

lookin' back I

some random images scaned:
on the way to Malaiesti, somewhere on "Take Ionescu":
somewhere in Fagaras, the shelters on "Valea Doamnei":
Fagaras mountains, Valea Doamnei:
somewhere in Retezat mountains:
somewhere on the way to Fagaras:
somewhere on Bucsoiu:
in the tent with Andrei Popa:
in the tent with Oana Felipov:

seems like things were much easier those days...

what am i...

scar story

trotinelu' & trotinica

cand o sa fiu mare...
Ea: o sa ma plimbe tot cu trotineta
El: o sa ma fac Obama

helooooo

Branduse & *RX*

before the raid

martie