Dolphin Address 07
April 21th 2007
Because its kind of a hard rain and everthing needs its time I’m easing into Fanore now for three weeks. I’m still pretty up- and downish in my moods, so that one moment I sit on the throne rock proclaiming to the waves: ‘Ich bin ein Fanorian’, and a few days later quietly lay reading in a rock dip. It’s a coming and going in accordance to the Tides.
Thus I trudge listless along a lumpy ledge, then again leaping on a worn out puddled plateau over my own mirrored image. Sometimes in a shrug without camera or even without my talk mate, but also in stretch step, with half and whole legs outrunning the sciatica across the un-up-and-down-ish trails towards a sharp full stop just to enjoy a flight of ripples or a platoon of blow-waves, while far away sloppy chunks of rock are coughing up seawater.
Bygone are the days that I noticed that walls of flyovers on motorways everwhere are guarded by crash barriers.
I dance my rocky realm again like no tomorrow on Sunday and seed in newer names. Everthing protruding I coin Cape. Like Cape Perpendicular. Everthing baying inside I call Cup. So Dusty’s whereabouts last year clearly qualify as Cup Caves.
I make up these lovely little jokes, like: ‘I am aware that cola is bad for my teeth, that’s why I always swallow it down right away.’ Or I literally make a Dutch joke, that’s even trying to understand for my compatriots, like the woman who had a breast transplanted to her back, for balance and for spreading the attraction. You may claim what you devise; there is no right to fantasize. Fortunately!
Well, that was a collage of remarks, confided in the past 3 weeks to my talk-o-matic. The photo I took early one morning from Moorhill on my survival address. I have strung it all anew, except for the spider. I saw him walk over my calf and into my sock. But before I felt a tickle he was out again.
Just guess what was written on the sign? You can participate for a tenner. Among the winners I will raffle three Mega Dolphin Address DVD’s with a selection of well over a hundred stories won out of 5 years of Dolphin Address, nearly 20 brand new Tourist stories, never published before, tons of photos and video’s in large MB formats and the full version of the serial Hippie Love. Soon available for 20 euro. And: on your marks! The last edition of Hippie Love nr. 30, ‘…the one and only…’ is on its way. Keep in touch!
Jan Ploeg, Fanore, April 21th 2007
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