We drove all around California last month. Here's a Joshua tree imitating Helena.
We stayed with friends and family, so we got in these kind of familiar Dutch-Indonesian-Mexican dinners.
One of the worst American-Dutch-Indonesian bands in rock history, despite the positive energy.
There are an American and an Argentinian in this picture.
And there are two Greek Americans in this one.
And there were lots of memorable sunsets, like this one over Santa Monica.
We were shooting in New York a few weeks ago. One of the three of us needed his beauty sleep, but I'm not saying which one.
I like soup, but I try to hide it.
Beautiful views never get boring.
It's been almost a year since I spent a long weekend in Turkey. This time we stayed in Istanbul for only one night.
The view of the Bosporus never gets boring.
I was twelve when I first saw this view and it is still amazing.
The next day we flew to the Lycian coast and boarded the Mezcal. (The Turkish skipper has a Mexican wife and I guess she didn't leave him much choice when it came to naming his new boat. Or yacht, I never know the difference.)
Last year we stayed at Hillside, but this year Engin came up with this, eh, vessel.
Engin is disgusted when Frits has his boating events mixed up and wants to imitate the classic Leo DiCaprio & Kate Winslet-scene from Titanic.
But a few minutes later, when we are about to enter Hillside, look who's miss Winslet now?
The butt buddies best friends hit the rose and jacuzzi hard as the sun sets. Nico's on another team.
Beautiful Turkish sunset, towards Greece. Don't tell any Turk I said that.
I like jacuzzi's better without four other guys.
Marcel and I hit the waterscooters.
The sneaky smile was because I just buzzed the photographer.
There is a correlation between the loss of hair and the amount of horsepower your toys have.
The next morning we woke up in a different bay, at least twenty minutes further down the coast.
Rob went for the quick, refreshing wake up method...
... so Engin couldn't stay behind.
Marcel had a more relaxed approach.
We found out that Frits has his own morning routine, or he still had last weekend's boating events mixed up.
Either way, Rob experienced what it feels like on the other end of things. Frits felt like Rocky, in Rocky 3.
Through this all, Nico was off doing his own thing again. Here he was off snorkeling towards Cyprus.
After we rescued him, Nico came alive again in the jacuzzi, our aquatic temple.
We had lunch on a beach with this idyllic view.
I was slowly waking up, as this was lunch time.
Later that day Marcel opens fire as we continued our athletic program.
After 20 years, Engin should know better than ask Rob to pass him the ball.
Rob is a dribbler. Here he schools a 7 year old kid.
A few hours away from his 40th birthday, Engin didn't hesitate to put his taller doppelganger into the fence to get the ball.
A few hours after Engin turned 40, he has a different, more mature look over him. And another guy that has his boating events mixed up chasing after him.
Early Sunday morning things were quiet aboard the Mezcal. We'll be back.
I'm in this picture.
I'm also in this picture.
I'm not in this one, but Rob and Engin are: the camouflagebrothers.
Marcel with a Turkish traitor.
The Turkish traitor with Rob, dressed in the orange classic shirt from 1974. When Rob was 30.
The last joyful moment of the day.
This is Rihanna surrounded by her dancers.
And this is Sarah surrounded by her dancers.
Rihanna in a duet.
Me in a duet.
Rihanna strikes a pose.
Two dudes in line at the bathroom strike a pose.
Everybody strikes a pose.
Drunk people in the VIP lounge at the after party.
Drunk people in the VIP area at the after after party.
This was a sign I was at an interesting party.
This was a sign I missed at first, because the driver was really short and I was still half asleep.
And the fact that the shirt I borrowed from my brother looks extra small on me, is a sign I need to work out.
The day after the storm we happened to drive through the area where over a million people lost power.
Petros announced our arrival.
Breakfast at Fatburger is a classic.
Later, Arthur and I watched his kids try the Wii on the new 52" flatscreen.
At a housewarming party on Sunday afternoon...
... with nametags.
Late night visit from Thomas, Stella and Eireni who revived Petros.
Flying home with a stopover in LA...
... and another stopover in Minneapolis, where it took time to de-ice the plane.
Luckily I got a seat "in front of the curtain" on the transatlantic flight. Great seats.
Landing in Oakland, this was the last clear sky I would see for a few days.
This looks like I'm visiting Oracle, but...
... then what is Petros doing next to a 'players only' entrance...
We're at the Golden State Warriors - New Orleans Hornets basketball game at the Oracle Arena in Oakland!
The pregame huddle looked good.
The Warriors mascotte danced along with the cheerleaders.
Coach Nelson gave the team his last instructions.
And then the Warriors just got hammered by the Hornets.
The breakdancing looked good though.
A Hornet fell badly but luckily got up quickly.
And then the Warriors girls danced the night away.
I spent last week in San Francisco for High Tech Connections, a politically influenced high tech conference.
Still one of the most beautiful cities on earth.
An official trade delegation means conferences plus cocktail receptions, like this one.
I enjoyed hooking up with my old non political, non nano technology, low tech and high soccer connections, like the Vissers.
This is Bryan at the San Francisco Ferry Building.
And this is Kenny B. with his favorite Dutch-Indonesian-Mexican musician.
Then everybody's favorite Dutch Indonesian college soccer coach wanted into the picture.
It was a busy week so before I knew it, I was back on KL 606 once again.
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