A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Six- Stage Diving
A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty-Four- The Man Who Wasn’t There
A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Three- Catching Fishes
A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty Two- Tube Sheet Tumour
Today I considered how our motorbikes are powered. We’ve been travelling for nearly a week, and we haven’t needed to refuel once.
On the surface we trek between gigs using train, or in a real tightness of funds, coach. One of these bikes up there would save me thousands. Jean-Michel refuses to tell us how the engine works, but I am sure there’s something like a bunch of flowers riding a miniature bicycle inside.
A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty One- Time For Exploring
This far into the desert, time gets weird. I posted this this blog only three days after the last one, but I’ve no idea when the release date will be. The sand stretches to the horizon all the way round, and give little indication of distance travelled. Jean-Michel says not to worry. He won’t let us get lost.
A Year In Nadada: Week Twenty- The Sands Of Time
The desert is ready to explore!
Maybe deep under the sand is our cottages are buried under sand. Perhaps the monkeys carried Picabia brick by brick to fresh new lands. Whatever happened, sand and goats are all there is for 360 degrees around The Kandinsky. The sand underneath my shoes is soft, and reveals nothing of a hidden world. Even the hills have gone.