Welcome to the East Friesian island of Borkum.. roughly an hour off the north coast where Netherlands and Germany meet. Technically a German island, but the ferry over there left from a small Dutch town called Eemshaven.. Sailing to Borkum was like transporting to an alternate universe. Nearly an hour across a choppy North Sea. Rumored to be quite a windy place. Often foggy or cloudy/rainy. Nothing in sight on all horizons.. the rest of the world might as well not even exist. a version of Narnia?
Anyway, Borkum put on quite an intimidating face. But i seized a window of opportunity and made this balance happen the first day.
I actually really love this place. very surreal compared to past locations. some excellent rocks turned up after scouting around a bit… and it is quite exciting to have tides! the day BREATHES!!! and i breathe WITH it!!
and once again… curious humans left and right. a little girl came and stood right next to me to see what i was doing. didn’t speak a word of english. i didn’t speak a word of german. but we were able to share the time and space with child-like enchantment.