SUMMER TRAVEL DIARY
SKETCHES AND NOTES
DAILY DRAWN STORIES
SUMMER TRAVEL DIARY
SKETCHES AND NOTES
DAILY DRAWN STORIES
I've always been very forgetful. It helped me to develop a habit of collecting memories on paper. This summer after finishing my studies and saying goodbye to all my boring routines, we went travelling. Apart from my favourite poncho and our reliable rain jackets that saved us from the Alpine storms, I brought a travel sketchbook that helped me to keep memories of the trip.
I've always been very forgetful. It helped me to develop a habit of collecting memories on paper. This summer after finishing my studies and saying goodbye to all my boring routines, we went travelling. Apart from my favourite poncho and our reliable rain jackets that saved us from the Alpine storms, I brought a travel sketchbook that helped me to keep memories of the trip.

18/07
TOULON - VENTIMIGLIA
If you ever travel in Italy by train in the summer, be prepared for your train to be delayed. If you need to make a change or two, don't worry about it too much: late trains seem to be magically synchronised. When the train you are on is half an hour late, the one you are going to hop onto next will be delayed by at least 40 minutes. So you'll make it just in time. It's easy to enjoy the time flowing when you remember the art of Carpe Díem and let yourself forget about strict schedules and the importance of being punctual.

Travelling by train can become a perfect platform for your talent to reach an audience. In France we were waiting for the train to the Italian border town of Ventimiglia. When it turned out that our train was delayed, we were not at all surprised. Maybe we even expected it. A French lady who was sharing a bench with us on the platform took a deep breath and after a dramatic pause her eyes sparkled with disguised excitement and she began her mono performance with a heavy line of swearing. The part that we heard on the platform was just a warm-up. She didn't want to waste her efforts for nothing. As soon as we got on our train she continued with doubled energy converting every single passenger into a spectator of her one-actor show. It was her moment of triumph. She was absolutely happy and excited in her fury. There was no escape for anyone before the train arrived to its final destination. Every single passenger was her audience.

19/07
VENTIMIGLIA - GENOVA
Border towns are different. Their air is full of the expectation of new flavours and exciting discoveries which lie hidden in the country that is waiting ahead. The aftertaste and blurry images of the country that has been left behind appear randomly between the expectations of new experiences. Border towns make the sensation of travelling more obvious. The locals seem to be more proud of their habits and ways of doing things, the plates appear to be bigger and the nights are darker. Border towns are gates. Gates that welcome travellers, hold the bitterness of farewells and let secret packages and mysteries flow through.

Our first steps in Ventimiglia felt very unusual. The night air was warm, mild and dense. The small square outside of the train station was quite full. People who had had to go through a lot to get to this continent were sitting and waiting there, surrounded by the unknown and absorbing the new. Watching and observing, getting ready for a new step made time slow down. And the air was dense with hopes.

20/07
VENTIMIGLIA - MESTRE


21/07
VENICE
PALAZZO GRASSI.
Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable.
PALAZZO GRASSI.
Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable.

22/07
SACILE - MANIAGO

22/07
TRAMONTI DI SOPRA

23/07
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

24/07
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW
If you have ever wanted to listen to the song of thunderbirds, you should go to the mountains, put your tent on the safe side of a hill and wait for a storm at night.

The night it happened to us, we had crawled into our tent with the first drops and just started falling asleep listening to the heavy rain, the best lullaby that you can imagine. Small bushes are wonderful percussionists. They catch the drops with their leaves to create unimaginable rhythms. And when we were fully relaxed and had already started to go deeper into the dream world, it began. The noise bursted out of the sky tearing it apart and it felt like the whole world had fallen off its canvas. It felt like our tiny tent was one of those random pieces, odds and ends floating around purposelessly after the sky had broken. There was a tiny pause and the lightning followed. Again and again. And it was first time that we really understood what loud meant.
In the morning it was all quite and pure.


25/07
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

26/07
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

27/07
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

28/07
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

29/07
NEMALA CAMP

30/07
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

31/07
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

01/08
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

02/08
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

03/08
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

04/08
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

05/08
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE RAINBOW

06/08
SOMEWHERE UNDER THE FULL MOON
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