Once again, we hit the road of inevitability… Wandering around. We didn’t hear a thing, we didn’t see anyone walking to anywhere special. Eventually we saw a … Continue reading Moncarapacho MC, the XI biker gathering
The spanish bluesman… This can be a bit surprising, at least if you’re expecting a strong accent from New Orleans, dim eyes, dragging the words. That … Continue reading Felix Slim, the spanish bluesman
This set of events happened during the Gathering at Luz. Mr. C popped out of nowhere, saying something about making a tattoo. The next moment I was … Continue reading Love is bold
On the same night that the Dead amused us, as any other night… A girl was dancing with fire, just outside the garden. Continue reading Girl playing with fire
