Xtreme - Riding the wind
Recently I had a strong urge to break my neck. Something suicidal that will give me that rush. The rush that comes only when you’re walking the thin line between life and death, some call it the near death experience. You know - those fleeting seconds when your whole life replays before the empty darkness? In this life, it’s probably the closest you get to God. There is something deeply spiritual when you know your next breath may be the last and God (or the devil) is waiting just beyond your silly adventure to take you “home”. God holding her breath and the devil, he is cheering, hoping you’ll break your neck and end up in Hades. It’s a crime to commit suicide, no? Last weekend, I found me on a “Scandinavia” bus headed down south to push the extreme and tempt fate. Maybe just maybe I may run into the creator, who knows he may give me a second chance. Hans, a cool Dutch dude down in Malindi who gets the kicks from risking dear life, had organized for me to break my neck k...