Seriously can’t get over the amazing views that Isla Mujeres brings. We found a quiet and secluded spot just to take in the beauty around us. If you’re ever in Cancun hop on a boat or the public ferry to experience this wonder in person! 🏝✨🇲🇽
Funny story. It was time for lunch and we were in the process of prepping our chill set- up when we realized- We had NO lighter, matches, or firestarter. Disappointed that we may not be able to have a hot meal, we attempted out of perseverance to strike a spark with our fire starter. Kid you not. And 45 minutes later, we used everything we could use as tinder until finally, we are able to sustain a small fire with a twig and some damp leaves. We grabbed some larger twigs and used them as tongs to transport the small fire into our BioLite. The fire dwindled near extinction, but then, the pellets sustained.
Ayyyy freakin men. Finally some hot lunch and toasty fingers.
Funniest part of all, the cotton from a tampon saved the spark. Power to the ladies 👊🏻 🔥
Jakarta is making me loco! I need to hit the beach soon brah...😩😤😭
Meanwhile, here’s a happy picture of me on the beach. Wearing my favorite @andrewandcole shorts! Oh btw, they’ve stock up and got new designs. All looking cool, go check them out. 🙌🏽
Sometimes it pinched the storyteller, that there was no ending to almost everything around him; his path, the mountains, the clouds, the sky. That even the world he carried within, has no end. He will take it with himself wherever he goes, no matter how many closures he seeks. Ofcourse, what will end one day is his existence but his story, like every other, again, has no ending. There will be somebody else to tell it- another nomad, another passer-by, another traveller. Because the truth is that the story, was never his. He may be a protagonist but never the owner. A storyteller never owns a story. Ever!