Před několika lety se díky hodným lidem z Česka povedlo dát práci krejčímu Momovi. Dlouhou dobu jsem nedala vědět, jaké jsou novinky…tedy, ono jich bohužel moc není, nicméně tady je aktualizace situace:

 

 Sukničky – novinky od vašich krejčí:

Bohužel jsem v zemi dlouho nebyla, ale s krejčími (a ostatními přáteli) jsem pořád v kontaktu. Momoh dokonce loni šil povlečení a školní košile na zakázku pro moje známé v Sieřře. (objednávku se špatným telefonickým spojením zvládl skvěle a extrémně profesionálně, ostatně jako je jeho zvykem)

A co hlavně! Letos vystudoval policejní akademii! Ani nevím, jak popsat, jak sem dojatá a šťastná.

DALŠÍ CESTA: Zatím nevím, kdy přesně se do mojí milované Sierry vypravím, ale doufám, že brzy.  Právě šetřím na letenku 😊

 

Skirt from Sierra Leone

 

Skirts from Sierra Leone project update:

It has been a long time since I have been in my beloved Sierra Leone. Thanks to many nice people I have still managed to get some skirts back to Europe. Or at least get some orders done locally in Sierra Leone. That was great, I was so happy about that.

I am, of course, still in touch with my dear tailors and other friends and they are doing great. The wonderful and talented and hardworking Momoh graduated at a police academy. I can´t even find words, how happy I am.

 

NEXT TRIP: I hope soon. I am saving for the plane ticket at the moment.

 

 

 

…Missis Chudlarska is 91 years old. And she is like my third grandma…well appart from the fact that I have to share her with other hunderds of girls in the West Bohemia.

She has been teaching me (and nearly two thousand other girls) rhythmic gymnastics since I was eight years old. She was the one who suggested I can actually start training other people as well.

And she is the one I make sure I go to see, whenever I am back in Czech.

….this is my little tribute to her:

http://www.sbs.com.au/yourlanguage/czech/en/article/2017/05/10/grandma-gymnast-still-following-her-passion-91

 

 

Pretty things III.

May 15, 2017

Back to Sky Sirens in Sydney and their beautiful lounge, delitious tea…and the hard work in the dance studio.

Featuring Miss Vivienne LaRoux

 

 

 

 

 

Pretty things II.

May 8, 2017

…many thanks to the gorgeous Sky Sirens of Sydney for posing.

And especially the owner, Katia Schwarz.

 

This is a little sneak peak series of the life in this sexy dance studio. This is how my teacehrs and classmates really are. And I love it. I love the feminine feel about it, I love the girly clothes and most of all the feeling after class.

You may have worked like a hero, look like a fighter, covered in bruises, but you woudl still be wearing a lipstick. Because that is what these chicks do…and it is so contageous.

 

beautiful Miss Katia

Beautiful Miss Katia

Flashback to Patagonia

April 17, 2017

This is why I love being on the road

 

 

 

 

Parapole dancer

April 10, 2017

Today my article about parapole dancer, amazing Daniela, was published on SBS.

 

http://www.sbs.com.au/yourlanguage/czech/en/article/2017/04/10/pole-dancing-one-leg-no-problem-world-champion

It was such a humbling experience interviewing her! She is such an inspiring and strong woman! I hope one day I will find the strength like she does. Just to beat the bad luck and make the most for yourself.

And it is such a pleasure to have an article published on SBS. Babysteps, but getting there.

 

pretty things

April 1, 2017

Miss Katia at her studio Skysirens in Sydney.

 

 

 

It is an amazing place where girls turn into women. I love being there, learning to dance and more importantly appreciate my body for what it CAN do rather bashing myself down for what I am not.

Why and how is she doing all of that?

Listen here: http://www.2ser.com/component/k2/item/26464-let-s-talk-about-pole

Val Paraiso…

March 27, 2017

…a place I would move to in a heartbeat.

Some days you just need something pretty. Sweet. Real. So here it is. Graffiti from Val Paraiso, Chile. It is not my Art, but I love the feeling it brings.

 

We were here only for two nights, but it was like a hug. From a wild, sexy hippie with smelly armpits. I loved it. Staying in a hostel Latinamericano wasn´t the best choice we could have made. The huge hostel is conveniently located near the bus station. But that is about it. It is a bit dodgy a scruffy and they tried to charge us a different price. And the main stuff is actually not happening in the centre, but in the hills above the city. I wans´ scared, because I am a big girl, but if you have the option, the hills are much better choice. There you can find the artists, the graffiti, the little streets and bars and hostels. It felt so real, so honest so raw.

At this time we were still counting the currency rate in a wrong way, so it all seemed a bit cheaper than it really was, so we had a great time. Everybody is so attractive in there. The suntanned dark guys with a boho look, grls with long, very long shiny dark hair. Nothing happened, but this exciting feeling was in hte air.

I can totally imagine my life sitting there in a coffe shop smoking a rolled ciggy (I am not a smoker, but there it just feels like that) and writing poems…well like Pablo Neruda did.

 

 

If You Forget Me – Poem by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

 

How to get there? Just hop on a two hours bus from Santiago main bus station. They go pretty much every hour. There are many companies that go there. https://www.greentoadbus.com/en/Chile-bus-passes/Chile-bus-schedule-342 Book a hostel in advance. It is always busy there.

 

 

Just in case you wondered

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) Chile.

His real name is Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.

He took the name Pablo Neruda in 1920, which he adopted in memory of the Czechoslovak poet Jan Neruda.

Alongside his literary activities, Neruda studied French and pedagogy at the University of Chile in Santiago. Between 1927 and 1935, the government put him in charge of a number of honorary consulships, which took him to Burma, Ceylon, Java, Singapore, Buenos Aires, Barcelona, and Madrid.

His poetic production during that difficult period included, among other works, the collection of esoteric surrealistic poems, Residencia en la tierra (1933), which marked his literary breakthrough.

In 1943, Neruda returned to Chile, and in 1945 he was elected senator of the Republic.

He also joinined the Communist Party of Chile. Because of his protests against President González Videla’s repressive policy against striking miners in 1947, he had to live underground in his own country for 2 years. He then managed to leave in 1949 to live in different European countries. He returned home in 1952.

…written with help from Wikipedia, https://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1971/neruda-bio.html and https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-forget-me/

Peru

March 20, 2017

I´ve never been in a propper desert before. I couldn´t even imagine, how desperate a place can feel. And despite all that, there are people living there!

There is nothing but dust, yet you see people walking by the road, you see their little shelters and numerous, numerous posters.

These photos are from a 50 hours bus ride from Lima to Santiago. It is doable.

We took a Bus Sur cama bus to Tacna. (That is actually important, the seats in cama are so big and so comfortable, but semi cama is a normal bus. Still ok, but after 40 hours tall people may have some issues.)

 

To cross the boarder from Peru to Chile we hopped on a shared taxi and drove all the way down. We stayed overnight in Arica, which is a pretty chilled beach town at the border and then continued to Santiago. We booked the bus directly on the bus staion, there are many many bus companies that go all the way to Santiago.

It was the time when we were counting the conversion rate wrong, so we though everything was cheap. Well, turns out that it is a bit more than we thought…but hey, we hada good time.

 

NOTE: you can only pee in the toilet on the bus. 😀 I am happy to announce that nothing dramatical has happened. Also if you are going to trave this route, make sure you have plenty of water. The bus doesn´t stop and we were given more limonade than actual water. Also I´d recommend spending more time in Arica as there are apparently more sights to visit.

Amongst the locals Arica is a famous beach district, but to be honest the beaches were not that appealing. Much nicer were the onec in Inquike – a few hours ride down south from Arica.

Perito Moreno

March 12, 2017

One of the few glaciars in the world that is actually expanding.

Named after the explorer Francisco Moreno, a pioneer who studied the region in the 19th century and played a major role in defending the territory of Argentina in the conflict surrounding the international border dispute with Chile, Perito Moreno is deffinitely worth a trip.

To get there book a ticket for bus in Puerto Natales, Argentina a day in advance. At the moment it is not possible online, but don’ t worry there are many companies that go there, so you should be fine.

Patagonia, South Argentina