Loose Gravel

You got to be willing to walk into a storm. Go hard in life. Go after it. If you crash and burn, you learned. And if it works out… you’ll have the greatest adventure of your life.


It’s an everlasting exchange of being homesick and restless and that I wanna pack my seven things and start going into new adventures. After travelling a lot I wanna go back where my roots are, I miss the fresh air, mountains and rivers, the silence in nature. I miss the darkness in nights, the fog in early mornings dawn, I miss going to swim in hidden forest lakes and miss to ride bicycle with headphones through the night while being drunk and careless. And after a while, when my mind feels fresh and clarified I wanna travel and spend time in harsh and new environment that gives me totally different visions of life and experiences.


I had indeed a climate shock and a hard time breathing on the peaks. But the view is fantastic and was worth every single step we made. This feeling when you are on the top of snowy white mountains – stunning. Give it a try if you ever have the chance. Pack your board and go rip‘ some powderhills. Cheers to my best dudes in tstone, who made this possible.

A hidden paradise

It’s been a while since i shared some travel stories on my blog. But after my creative interlude i want to welcome you with a video, i took recently in siargao. This beautiful, small island is located in the eastern part of the philippines. My close friends probably know already about my plan, setting up a kitesurf resort together with my brothers. Finding the right spot to get started turned out to be more difficult as expected. Together with one of my brothers and two of our filipino friends, who are familiar there, we checked out that fascinating piece on earth..

Streaming in Spain

Assigned in Spain. Producing live streams. Fifalicious. Leogang to Marbella. Hogmemorable. I really have a good time being part of a great team. Special thanks to Hogmore and Livemotion.

Surprising concert

I was just on one of the nearby islands of Boracay when I got to know some filipino children who came along the beach walking home from school. As hospitable as filipinos are they wanted me to bring to their village. Off course i didn’t hit this invitation off and followed over rice fields and trails to their small village. Once there, they proudly introduced me to about forty family members. The grandma of the association tried to catch the fish (me?!), showed me four girls and told me i should pick the prettiest for a marriage. The four filipina lined up standing in front of me I must have looked a a proper charlie bit – declined politely – and was fortunately dragged out of the misinterpreted folks by the children to explore the rest of the village. They showed me their favorite things, pets, homes, washing, – and cooking places, presented me their pastor and church and gave together with him a charming concert for me. A few hours later and a bunch of kids in tow, who accompanied me, I went back to get another boat transfer back to Boracay.