Corona's new short film- Someplace else...Awesome video that will tempt and dare you from your armchair to venture outside !!

Corona's new short film- Someplace else. This is pretty awesome, You have always seen the Corona billboards or ads in your favourite mags and started drifting off into a day dream to where you'd rather be. Now the beer company expands on this and takes a group of chilled athletes and artists then chucks them on bus and lets them tour around mexico for awhile. filled with two pro surfers, a pro skater, a musician and a model/artists but really after watching the film you realise that they all have very similar interests and all relate around being free and creative. Yeeew

Corona's New Short Film - Someplace else.

Give it a watch !!
I give two thumbs up :)

What are you 'meant' to be doing with your life ?

Ever wonder what your purpose is ? or what you are 'meant' to be doing with your life ?
 Then watch this video it may help ... also watch other short videos with Alan Watts there are some good thought provokers :)

Steve Jobs and Alan Watts - - Follow Your Heart

Leave A Comment And Tell Me Any Videos That Are Inspirational To You :-)

A way to charge your GoPro whilst simply hiking to the next spot.

Sole Power Tech is a company that makes energy from your energy.. They have created a product that generates power from a small magnetic rotor in the sole of your shoe and stores it in a small battery pack, with a 15 mile trek storing enough energy to charge your smartphone. They will be selling the soles soon and I think they would be great for trekking and charging your GoPro and headlamp for multi day adventures. Also since it's all incorporated into the sole you can change it between your running shoes and trekking boots.

Also click here for a review from  'I Fucking Love Science'

Morgan M Morgansan's Date with Destiny, a pretty interesting video worth a watch or two.

Morgan M Morgansan's Date with Destiny on Hit Record is a collab between artists musicians and everyone creative joined together to create this amazing video. With the words coming from Metaphorest. Gives a new and refreshing look at the ways words can be used to describe things. Give a watch !!

The Man's Affair With Her- A short group of words I summoned late one night.

His death stick lights with his magic fire igniter and slowly decays as it absorbs into his air sacks of his big burly barrelled chest. His forest of calcium that invades the area circumferences his pursed and cracked exterior kiss dreamers has turned a tint of sunflower as the cough developing exhaust rustles through. His visual optics focused forwarding into the dead darkness of the cold flurry of midnight searching for nothing, crevasses engage outwards from the corners gathering length as each year perishes. His twin-holed snorkel lengthy and taunt guides his restless journey like a complicated compass in an iron field. His armour that joins these gaunt objects together is scarred from prosperously poor times. His dream delayer, his choice changer, his wish wager have been tediously tendered over elongated amounts of minute hands passing twelve and now is hardened like the steel bars that held him  in. His thatch roof neat though greasy and ungroomed sways in the crisp breath of the nights gasps as she stands steady for a few more cool hours. His twelve vertebrae hunch as gravity slowly increases her hold on his lonely soul. She devilishly lures him away from his pubescent adventures over a myriad of sugarcoated breads with an arranged number of matches beloved upon the summits.  His long tentaclur rugged thing grabbers flick furiously the exhaust particle extractor away in a frenzy of sparks as it crashes into the solid frost that has formed on the grassy knoll. He sadly turns and drags his weak tired leather enveloped stompers towards the wooden façade walls that surrender his life into a small serene bubble of sullen subpar sadistic surroundings. That would be his last graceful affair with her.

Let me know what you think by writing your thoughts in the comments below :) 

North Of The Sun, short movie of adventure and exploration in surfing and life.

North of the Sun - This looks like an awesome movie doco, basically about two guys who find a sweet surf spot and decide to build a shack there out of drift wood and live there as long as possible or until they stop having fun...They had fun for 9 months !!

An epic two day motorbike trip racing against condors through the desert like pod racers from StartWars.

Nevado Chachani was the reason for journeying to Arequipa in southern Peru, this mountain rises 6,057m above sea level and we wanted to climb it. However, after contacting a few local guides they explained to us that we would have to do it as part of a tour and that tour would cost at least $1000usd.  Not to be defeated we decided on something different, we would hire dirt bikes and ride to the Colca Canyon where the gigantic elegant condors glide upwards in the hot air thermals that invade these canyons as the rocky terra heats up, they scour the dry land for a hearty meal.  After testing the bikes out setting off car alarms and annoying a security guard, we happily agreed on a price and the next day we would be exploring again.

We leave Arequipa before rush hour and we are briskly out of the quaint city before long scrambling on the first sections of dirt with the bloke we hired the bikes from showing us the route for the first few hours so we did not get too lost. After awhile we were just riding by ourselves through magical lands that lead to endless daydreaming. Rising quickly into the altitude we were back on the highway and paved roads, the climate was freshening and getting cooler as patches of snow lay about lazily. We pulled over for a quick snap and to lather more layers of clothing on. By mid afternoon we successfully arrived at the small town of Chivay the largest in the area, where we would spend the night before heading towards the viewing point of the Colca Canyon. With no accidents and only one near call, where I was messing around and glanced over my shoulder to see where the boys were whilst performing this task on a corner I happened to veer off the road. Whilst my mates thought I was heading for the inevitable cliff I saw differently and looked back at the road, pointing the front wheel where I wanted to go and the bike followed.

Wherever we went, my Australian mate would tell the local people in Spanish that he was our tour guide. They would give him a free meal or accommodation, and then we would all split the costs making our expedition slightly cheaper. After a good meal and an accomplished beer, we rested well that night to wake early, pack our gear onto the bikes and set off through the early darkness and crisp pre morning air to get to the condor viewing point before sunrise. We set up just away from the main tourist gathering on the cliff edge basking in the sun's beautifully warming rays. The Israeli prepared us some scrumptious coffee from his homeland full of spice and everything nice. This was my first coffee I have ever drunk and it was the start of an uncontrollable addiction.

                                           (making coffee on the edge of the cliff)

                                           (peering over the edge)

The depth of the Colca Canyon is an astonishing 4,160m, twice as deep as the Grand Canyon in U.S.A to which is deeper than the height of some mountain peaks that litter this vast area. As we feel the rocks underneath us start to gain heat, everyone patiently scouts the air for these prehistoric looking creatures of flight to begin their ritual daily fly by. Suddenly numerous pilots graced us, agilely they stay within the confines of the circulating hot air. If they were to leave the barrier they would drop unless their reaction speed was quick enough it could spell an impending doom as they fly so close to the cliffs hard rocky exterior. However, with years of experience under their belts they know their boundaries and simply glide around the canyon lapping each other as if it were a race, speedily accurate they manoeuvre direction wing tip to wing tip they soar with their friends. It seems like the essence of freedom, to have the wind in your hair and to go wherever the hot air updrafts could effortlessly take you.

                                                   (pretty close flying action)

Once the spectacular stunt pilots vacated the airspace, we surrounded the map and chose to travel a different route back that seemed to be much the same length according to this detailed cartographic piece of paper. Nevertheless, as it was it did not show the kilometres of dirt encrusted switchbacks as well as the reduced speed due to corrugations that have formed from years of weather induced turmoil and lack of maintenance, it was going to be a long eventful trip home. Cruising along we would often pass briefly through small communities that have possibly never have seen white men and to see their surprised reaction was gold. With the afternoon fast deceasing and our reluctance to be riding on these maniac dirt roads at night we marched on riding faster onwards, our tired eyes were beginning to gain a blurred tunnel vision from increased bumps and lack of rest our bodies ached.

                  (just some of the switchbacks, if the were paved would be awesome for a road bike.)

    (As you can see the Isaeli's bike on the left, rear lights are working where as the Australian's are not)

With the sun fast resigning leaving an orange glow that warmingly lit up the sandy rock cliffs. We raced along the land it felt as though we were pod racing like in Star Wars, we would slide around the corners and be squatting on the bikes to provide more comfort for our marriage tackle as we bolted along these ruts at high speed on bikes that wouldn't even pass a road worthy check in Australia. Finally we make it to the glorious bitumen just as the sun was falling asleep and the moon was ready to do it's night shift, However we still had another dauntingly long three hours left to complete the all in all twelve hour return journey. With only the Israeli's full lighting system working on his bike he was then positioned intelligently at the back and with our fingers crossed we set off nervously.

                             (A small town we passed through with a pretty cool statue/water fountain) 

We successfully arrive back in the city of a couple of million people with no accidents, just witnessed the best of the crazy South American drivers along with mad viscous thin unkempt dogs leaping out in front to try and topple you away from their unknown home. It was an absolute accomplishment to make it back in one piece considering we were riding at night and with hardly any lights working or safety gear. My helmet did not really fit nor could I use the visor at night as it was so scratched so when I arrived my air blasted eyes were as red a tomato from riding at 80km/h for three hours whilst squinting dodging bugs and shrapnel.  Near misses were certainly bound to happen, such as a bus overtaking us on a blind hill on a narrow section of road along sections of cliff that line their way to the city also we could barely see thirty metres ahead with our reluctant dimming lights. This was an extremely fun adventure, one we would remember for a long while to come.

                                               (We arrived safe and sound....just)

 After the Australian navigated us through the extensive chaotic night traffic to where the bike's belong, we learned that the owners had gone out searching for us fearing that we might have crashed  and that we might have been hurt or even dead, just kidding they were only trying to make sure their failing bikes were ok. We caught a taxi speedily straight to town, being late at night only a few restaurants were open, one being an empty Chinese place. We stumble in covered head to toe in ample amounts of dirt with clumps of dust puffing off us with every step; my eyes looked as if I had been staring at the sun all day with our clothes torn and smelling worst than ever. It was a very successful trip, on the budget as always extremely eventful. Once again, South America shows that you can travel, explore and have vast amounts of adventurous fun with little money. 

                                    (We found this chef by himself, couldn't resist the happy snap)