in sottofondo salsedine e arancini.
It hits you like a concussion. You lose seconds. It eats angles and straight lines. The roar of tectonic plates smashing against each other is bigger than sound. You can hear it with your skin.
The crack of sedimentary bones breaking, the sheer assault of a million vibrations & clashing things unleashed --you can feel it in your teeth.
I can see Sunny’s Warung behind my friends undulating like jelly. The ground is trying to throw me off, bucking and jumping.
I’m surfing soil. Aftershock, I suddenly realise. And it’s a big one.
Not even the thunder of stone on stone can drown out the screams. The ground is still heaving, but already people are running down the street away from the beach. We go with them following the herd. We don’t know why but we have no clue what to do. And suddenly it’s a stampede, everyone running inland. Some screaming “TSUNAMI!". We are freaked out & everyone regroups in an open area. The ground stops shaking. The silence is sudden & unnerving. We then have a losing it moment & say: “What’s the protocol?!” No one has any idea what we are meant to do.
Agonising minutes later, we get an all clear. No tsunami warning."It’s OK.” We say. And it is. But only for some of us, because we can leave.
This is life now on the Gilis’ & North Lombok, rocked by more then 450 aftershocks since August 5th.
The death toll stood over 400. Thousands are injured. Tens of thousands homeless and displaced. & just as many buildings have been destroyed or damaged. Those who have lost homes sleep outside in camps. Many of those who still have homes join them. No one wants to be caught inside & buried alive, should the quakes strike again.
It was time for me to get out. My visa was expiring & so was the food & water supplies.
I realise my impression of this place will be forever changed.
Gili Air is mostly pancakes of debris.
Gili Air is a local taking food from the almost empty abandoned shop & offering to share it with me.
Gili Air is the place where people who have lost everything still have a heart to give.
People saying “be safe” like we used to say ”goodbye".
Let’s not forget them.
Please donate at: https://www.gofundme.com/lombok-earthquakefood-amp-water-fund
First stop on our way to Jasper; a cool & calm morning at Lake Bow.
Banana plantations - Puerto de la Cruz
Royal National Theatre - 05
Architect: Denys Lasdun
Idle Cargo Ships. Lilla Rävholmen, Styrsö. June, 2018.
Olympus OM2 paired with Industrial 100.
And just like that it was over. Such a fun time with some good eggs and getting some top travel tips from @alanab23.
I’m a lucky lady. Special mention to @misskateparsons
who somehow managed to tolerate my bad jokes, endless hunger, low tolerance for anything before breakfast and general bluntness. KP you rock!! Thanks for making me laugh and being so bloody clever and fun.
what a way to end the day🌥
Part (1/3) of my series ‘Round Midnight is up on @parttimemag
Thank you for any support and feedback. I hope you enjoy. Link In Bio.
Houve um tempo em que as nossas músicas eram alegres e descontraídas 🎶 All day and all of the night - The Kinks 🎶 Mas isso foi há muito tempo atrás.
hey wasn’t there like a scary movie abt fog or something??
Obsessions that don’t disappoint. Well, maybe only a little. I’ve yet to check into one of their rooms.
Jus a couple of damn guppies //
¡No camine! 👉🙅♀️ (Sound advice from an 8 year old girl)
Shout out to all my homies worldwide, thanks for fucking with me all these years. 🌹🐍🥀 #homies #brotherhood