Friday, October 28, 2022

Backpack sketches


 Just a few more days and my very private spaceship will take off for Amsterdam,  file minuten of flying time, or maybe it was that Flix bus 20 boring hours De Regreso...

Thursday, October 27, 2022

Backpack sketches


 

Backpack sketches

 A quick sketch in a bar while having a drink with two young ladies from India I share the dormitory with back at the Sun And Moon hostal here in Barcelona..beer for the ladies and Coffee for me...

The end  of my self chosen exile from Amsterdam is drawing near, three days left of endless Barcelona city walk


before my return back to my beloved Amsterdam...

Me duelen cada dia un poco mas mis pobres pies, my feet start to hurt more evers day.



Friday, October 14, 2022

Backpack sketches

 One of the many parakeets in Barceloneta, the colorful old neighborhood naar La Playa.


Backpack sketches

 A big rat today in the old quarter, richt outside my hotel


Monday, October 10, 2022

Backpack sketches

 Still running around Barcelona all day, enjoying my walks, my occasional Cafe Con Leche in obscure dank and dark bars in Los Barrios Bajos where the clientele eyes me suspiciously but without malicious intent.  

My late teenage years in this liberal city, the start of my early backpack years are all around me, coming back to me in my dreams Recuerdos, Recuerdos from days past...


Monday, October 3, 2022

Backpack sketches

Long and dreary bus trip but i am back, back in Barcelona...all hyped up for long and lonely walk, hiking through an urban jungle tryin to escape the omnipresent images in my f*cked-up mind by adding new images...  

Dreamless nights caused by sheer exhaustion is what i am after....




 

Backpack sketches


 

Sunday, October 2, 2022

Backpack sketches


 I draw Barcelona the way I remember it from my endless and, maybe, useless long walks through that magnificent city, from when I was young and adventurous, or maybe just plain stupid, working for a while for a cheap hostal and learning my first spanish frases, words and idiom, a study that never really stopped, a love for the latin way of life, returning many times either by train or bus, by plane, and a few times by a simple two wheel bicycle, all under my own steam and the power of my legs...

Today, after a two and a half year break of being frequently on the road, due to corona related crap, I have decided to dust off my worn backpack, fill it with dirty laundry, a tooth brush and blunt razor, my books and pens, crayons, markers and water colors and my old Lonely Planet Spain on a shoestring Holy Travel Bible....

Hit the road again....on the way to Barcelona by overnight Flix bus...on my way to nowhere...