Turkey !

Arrived in Turkey.

Went out. Lots of hot girls. Approaching me. Smiling at me …

We then hitch hike to the south of Turkey. 18 hours of traveling.
Arrived in Olympos in the middle
Of the night. No bed. So we talk with some people and in exchange of some gardening work got 3 days of food and accommodation.






10 days meditation retreat and Tibetan budhisme class at the Kopan Monastery. Nepal.

Day 1 :

I arrived in the monastery from the busy neighborhood of kathmandu after a soft night of partying. I’m welcomed by a nice monk, inspirational quote on the wall and a code of
Good conduct forbiding me from:

killing, stealing, lying, sexual miscounduct, and use of intoxicant

After I signed, got my guitar gently taken from me (not allowed), I can’t help but notice as I right my name on the list, that there’s a clear majority of girl taking the class. A lot of hot one !!!

NO SEXUAL CONDUCT. I’m here caus I want some kind of rehab from girls and sex. I’m tired of getting no satisfaction.

So I stay away. As I go for tea in the dinning hall I try to seat down far away from girls. Until some started to seat next to me. Cute ones. So I made my best not to speak with them . . . 2 min later I was giving the ” I want you” eye contact to every nice girl haha.

6pm: introduction to the monastery and what we will learn by our teacher, a Swedish none who’s been there since the 70’s

7pm: dinner. Start chatting up a cute and sweet Australian hippy.

8pm: first meditation. Was hard but nicely guided.

Day 2, 3, 4

The planing is :

5.45 am wake up and tea, 6.30 am meditation, 7.30 breakfast, then teaching, lunch, break, teaching, tea, meditation, Dinner, meditation and Q&A, then at 9 BED

SILENCE from morning to lunch. No communication.

In this 4 days I realized that :

– I like budhisme
– Buddha is not a god
– meditation helps a lot
– I have to take what I can take from the teaching but some of it is religious Dogma.
– I should not harm any being and I should spread happiness around me through compassion and wisdom.
– I came up pretty quickly with a technic to wipe my ass with only water and soap.

On a girl side. I became pretty close with the oz girl. But because of monastery rules and rules I gave to myself I don’t close. So she’s getting really into me.
The fact that I’m also Getting into this 29 years old actress from New York is not helping. And on the 4th day I started fancying a third girl. Loosing attraction for the Oz one.

ALL THAT WITH NO SEX. I feel like I’m 10 again. But with game haha.
I guess it’s a good training to create rapport and comfort with a girl.

The day went by and my faith in Buddhism grew until I decided to take refuge and officially becoming a Buddhists.

I Learn so much and meditation gave me a lot.

Our whole group went partying after. I stayed totally sober. Web onstage in this bar and sang a few rock song to my friends. They fed me so much good energy that I went crazy and had my best stage experience.

I have a BIG ego problem. Caus I live an awesome life, and I love telling stories, I end up spreading too much, and trying to impress. I should keep more in. Say less.

Now I need to meditate everyday a little bit. Keep the good habit. Spread love and compassion. And offer my karmic seeds to te women of the world

Taking my flight for turkey in a few hour. See you there








When I was in Pai, Thailand, my good friend Harry introduce me to the dice.
He was simply asking a dice to make decision for him. I felt really curious and I wanted to know more.

It all come from a book named


By Luke Rhinehart

The principle are simple, you give the dice from 1 to 6 option. It could be a destination, something to do, someone to be, someone to fuck ….
You basically relieve yourself of all responsibilities. (and so much more if you read the book)

You know this hard feeling you got when you want to go to bed but in the room next door sleep a hot girl you flirted with all day, an you don’t know if you should talk to her. THROW THE DICE. NO MORE DILEMA

So I wake up yesterday morning at 7.20 am ready to leave Phokara, direction Kathmandu.

How should I go ? Hitch hiking, local buses ( little overpacked bouncy shitty bus that take 8 hours to do 300 km) or tourist bus.

One throw of the dice and I’m set for a tourist bus. TURNS OUT they all leave the bus station at 7.30 so I’m to late.

At this point I feel like goin by hitch hiking BUT the last time I didn’t respect a dice decision, Karma got me. (I was suppose to stay sober all day, but by 10pm I smoked a joint and it killed me. I felt like shit …)

So I decide to stay one more day and leave on the morrow.


I move my stuff to Pierre’s room and he is sharing it with a cute German girl.
We start chatting and we all go to that little cafe to chill and get stone.

Over there I make my sloppy moves. Raspberries on her belly, declaration of love …

Then the evening time comes, and she goes to the room to get some of he stuff. Myself I just seat here with my friend doing nothing. Until I remember that I have to wash my hair. So I ask the dice if I should go now. YES.

I GO. Find myself in the room with little German cutty. Ask her to help me for the shampoo and shower. We kiss. And she did help me in the shower. And later that night before I went to sleep.
No sex caus period, but we still had some fun.

Now I’m really on my way to Kathmandu.
Tomorrow I’m gonna start a 10 days Tibetan meditation class. Hopping that it will help me with some of my obsession, insecurities and such.

I’m still alive. In Nepal

Hello hello.

I haven’t posted in a whole so there I is do you, a brief summary of my last 2 month.


I had an amazing time. Surfing. Traveling. Spending time with my parents.
I felt like traveling with my dad made me regress in my progress. Like I became daddy’s boy again. Really felt that my confidence suffered from it.

One Swedish girl. Super tall. I thought she was traveling with her boyfriend. Turned out to be just a friend. So we hooked up a few time.

One Danish girl. I managed to pull her in a room that I was sharing with my dad. In the morning he brought us breakfast in bed. TOP DAD.
After a few days this girl became to attached. One night when I was really pissdrunk I fought with her. Made her cry. And ended up at 8 in the morning, making sand castle with a friend, after a full night I party.



But we smoke too much.
And when I’m high I lose my intent, I lose the devil in me.
Still I hooked up with that English girl.

We met at a trance festival where, in the beginning ttys night we made out. Middle of the night I was so drunk and fucked that I scream to her

go wash your cunt so I can eat it all night

She didn’t like that and left freaked out. She was high on Acid.

4 days later I randomly see her. Start talking again. We laugh. We kiss. We FUCK.

I’m now on my way to a 10 day meditation course. I hope to get from it a calmness of mind. Freedom from outcome. Pure love.



So if I come by your country and you wan to party. Send me a mail on the facebook page. PILLAGE THE WORLD



First day of hitchhiking 29.01.2013

Comfort zone are really comfortable … No shit !

I was traveling with a group of awesome people, I had good friends, a super hot girl at my side, fun times, but I wasn’t fulfilled.

The traveling became flat, going from town to town, buses to buses, hostel to hostel, club to club, but something was missing. ADVENTURE. 

So today I made the choice of letting Gil and Alex go to Lao, said goodby to my girl, and join Ryan and Dani (the Spanish guy) on their motorbike cruise around Vietnam … But I have no bike. So I hitchhike by myself, joining them at different checkpoint.

We left Hoi Han at 10 in the morning, sharing a ride on Ryan’s bike to the highway and on the road there something horrible happened.
As we are driving, we notice that the trafic is stoping, so we get closer and saw it… A little lady caught in a motorbike crash. A helmet shattered on the floor, her, lying down on the concrete, her head half smashed, laying in a pool of blood. 

It was the first time that I see something so horrible in real life. I couldn’t help but feel sick and depressed after that. We all did.
I realized that I was leaving in my tourist bubble, safe and hidden. I realized  that I am not invisible, it could have been us. If we didn’t stop at the petrol station 5 min before we could have been in the crash.

After that it was hard to get myself in a mood of smiling and talk to the local to get a ride to Hue (150km north). But after 15 min at this gas station a truck stop. And I climb in with this 2 Vietnamese gentlemen who don’t speek a single word of English and just stairs awkwardly at my cowboy boots and my huges rings.
After an hour I’m starting to sink, so I jumped in the back and sleep for a while.


When I wake up it’s time for lunch. We shared this beef noodle soup and when it’s time to pay, they ask me to pay for the meal. I’d seams like a good trade knowing that the bus ride to Hue coast 17 dollars.
One man staying at the restaurant ask me where I am from, and when I tell him “French” at first he cant understand, until I mimick the clasique  Zidane head to the chest shot. He finally understand ,reach for his phone and call one of his mate who speak French. Couldn’t get most of what he was saying but he invite me over for some tea at his house. I was tempted to go, but I’m supposed to meet Ryan and Danny in hue. So I have to refuse the offer.

2.26 PM We hit the road again. This truck is super slow, we are going 15km and hour up hill, and 50 in normal condition. It’s ok with me after the dreadful sight of this morning.

Times goes by, I sleep a lot. Usually when I hitchhike I try to entertain the people, but when they don’t speak your language there’s not much you can do.
Around 6.30 PM we arrive at destination. I walk around town and find Danny and Ryan. We go for food and for a drink. No girls around so we go to bed.

For a first day of hitchhiking in Vietnam, it was a pretty quiet and easy adventure, it we forget the event of the the morning. By getting out of my comfort zone I experience feeling that I had forgotten. I’m living a life adventure not just some crazy night of partying and sex. I can party at home, but what I’m living now is unique, and a huge life lesson.

MALAYSIA – KL to Tioman Island – Tioman Island to Malaka.

    Malaysia is a cool country. It’s cleaner than most of the country in south east Asia, people are friendly as fuck, there’s an awesome melting pot of cultures (Chinese, Malai, Indian . . .), AWESOME Beaches and a lot of cats.

    We arrived on Sunday evening at the Kuala Lumpur Airport, took a bus to Chinatown where we could find the cheapest acomodation. Over there we met Steve, a friend of a good friend. He is traveling south east asia as well, and HE LOVES TO PARTY. We heard the craziest story about this SOB, so we really wanted to meet him.

    We stayed in KL for few days and then took a night train to a small little town where we could hitchhike from. The only problem was that we arrived in the middle of the night, no place to go, so we slept on the floor in front of a Mosque.

    In the morning we hitchhiked to Mersing, and then took a boat to Tioman Island. We hiked through to jungle for 3 houres to get to that crazy, empty, awesome, calm, superbe beach called Juara beach. Stayed at a place called Beach Shake for 3 days. Surfed, snorkled chilled, and went on a Burger Crawl for Maxs 22nd birthday.

Took the boat back and hitchhike to Malaka, 5 houre drives from Mersing. Went on a ride with an Indian Gangster trying to make us pay for the ride, got picked up at the back of a truck, fun times.

Now in Malaka.

YES YOU REALIZED IT. THERE’S NOT MUCH TO PILLAGE IN MALAYSIA. No huge parties, it’s not like Thailand or Cambodia. We haven’t seen a white girls in 4 days haha.

But soon enough we will be partying our ass off for Xmas and new year in the Thai Islands. THAT WILL BE FUCKED UP.

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SUPER Cheap Way to Party (GET FUCKED UP) in Southeast Asia

    A BIG part of backpacking and traveling when you’re in your twenties is DRINKING.
But in this article I’m not talking about having a chill beer on a beautiful beach. I’m talking about GETTING FUCK UP. And you’ll have multiple occasion to get fucked up in Southeast Asia.

    I know booze is already pretty cheap there, but some of us travel on a really tight tight budget. So spending 5 dollars a night to get drunk is too much.

    The solution, is to do like at home . . . drink before you go out (or on the street)



    A 600ml beer in a 7/11 will cost you around 40B ($1,30). It’s cheep but not that strong.
If you look next to the beers section, there’s a brown class bottle, with a Blue and orange sticker. THAT’S SIAM SATO

    It’s only 23B, and it is stronger than any beers over there. After one of those you’ll feel pretty tipsy drunk.
They don’t taste that good, but they do the trick.


That’s some fucked up shit.  After too much of it, I had a total black out. AND IT COAST ONLY LIKE 50B

You’ll find the bottle behind the counter at 7/11. It’s the drink consumed by local hobos, and fucked up people.


Any bottle of local wisky will do the trick. Just mix it with coke.
The funny thing is that the coke is more expensive than the wisky haha.


    Beers are cheap, but if you want hard stuff, go to any local shop, and by the local whisky. You can fin some funny one, like the one on the picture above.

That’s all I know for now guys.
It’s weird that I’m posting that caus I’m officially stopping alcohol at the end of the month.

So long.