Live the same

Maybe some people thought I forgot to post yesterday — but nope, I just forgot to share it in this lovely channel... That tiny little channel selection button keeps slipping past me, and yesterday it totally got away.

So if anyone’s interested, the post is up on my page — you can check it out via the link below. Nothing special though, just some random thoughts. No wild adventures or stories about dogs biting my butt, haha :)

Haven’t quite decided what to write about next — all the really fun stories are kind of used up, and after those, writing about regular stuff just doesn’t feel as exciting. But hey, nothing lasts forever, right?

Anyway, here’s another post about nothing in particular — and a pretty picture to go with it. Hopefully I haven’t posted this one before… I honestly can’t remember anymore!

With all the stories about alcohol, dogs, and rock ’n’ roll, it was easy to forget that I was still working as a photographer for a travel company. Between all the adventures, there was a routine — but a good kind of routine.

Life in the Dominican Republic, compared to my home country, felt like a pleasant state of relaxation: endlessly blue skies with gorgeous low-hanging clouds, the sound of the ocean, and fresh, clean air. I enjoyed that much more than life in a noisy metropolis. Even though a place like Bavaro didn’t offer many entertainment options — especially after living even in a small European city.

On the other hand, even finding a good beer, especially a dark one, in Bavaro turned into a real quest. Back home, it was just a quick trip to the nearest store. The local Dominican beer, to be honest, wasn’t great — haha! There was even a legend about one of the brands, “El Presidente”: supposedly, the recipe was a gift from Hitler to the former Dominican dictator Trujillo...