I was supposed to make a wireless underwater camera for my dad when he goes fishing. Things went south and he most likely won’t be going fishing any time soon. Instead, it would be nice if he could just look around, see what’s going on without needing to move much (that’s what you do when you’re bed-ridden).
So I hacked my brother’s old fork lift toy. Pulled everything out of it. De-soldered wires from the controller. Added a Raspberry Pi, some transistors, relays and other electronics.
What it does
Basically, you turn it on, connect to it with your phone, tablet, computer, laptop or smart TV and then control it with your keyboard, while seeing a live feed from the camera in front of you.
Keyboards are for computers, so I made an Android app that gives you even more freedom. Now you can just touch the screen where you want it to go and it goes there while you hold down. All while displaying the video feed.
As if that wasn’t enough, your mobile device’s sensors are put to good use, so if activated, you can just tilt the device in which ever direction you want buggy to go.
Like a remote presence thingy. I might throw audio in as well.
I know it’s hackish and ugly for now (though it’s kinda beautiful :)) but I’ll fool-proof it next time I get to play with it.
Today, Cannes. Movie stars and yachts… and fancy cars… and two awesome people you already know 🙂
Super hot days continued, but luckily, you can drink from the fountains and buy a selfie-stick. Really, you can buy a selfie-stick anywhere. There’s an army of people, constantly on the run from the police, covertly selling selfie-sticks from giant bags aka portable selling booths. Gotta admire their dedication. Thinks about making a movie about it.
We met Pinocchio, did some shopping, looked around quite a bit, didn’t get any selfie sticks. Cannes is nice, but (maybe we didn’t see the real Cannes) it’s not Nice, Nice is nicer. See what I did there? I might park my yacht for a few days here, though 😉
Hot as it was, leaving Cannes for a swim in the pool seemed like a good idea.
We still had Valbonnes to visit, Cheese Guys to meet, and cheeses to taste. Only one Valbonne and one Cheese Guy, though, but many cheeses!
Cheeses called for drinks called for snacks called for friends called for food… and you got yourself an aperó (gotta love French people) 😀
Add in a photo session, music, dancing and you get a super fun evening.
Now that we’ve got that off the table, it’s night already, time to get some sleep, long drive awaits tomorrow…
Fast forward 8 hours and it’s another beautiful French morning. Last of the trip. Quick swim and packing. Took us way longer than planned cause we didn’t feel like leaving, and Lisa didn’t seem to let us leave (“Just this one more thing”).
We’re still stopping in Italy in Lago di Garda, so the trip is not really over yet.
Motor roaring, wheels turning, lake Garda, here we come!
Turns out, lake Garda is so huge it feels like a sea, with cities in Italian style and lots of boats around, I had to taste the water to convince myself it’s not salty! It fit right in between pizza and ice-cream 😀
It was hot and damp like a huge lake on a really hot day (duh). We still had a lot to tumble so we finished our dessert and hit the road.
The rest of the drive was pretty uneventful if we don’t count beautiful evening sky with great clouds, and traffic jam across the whole Slovenia.
Lots of tunnels and hills. Sign said we entered France. Yaaay! I could feel our “getting lost powers” wearing off. We were shortly in Nice. Slowing down from the highway onto the coastal road and city traffic with rolled down windows, listening to music from some local radio, taking in the atmosphere and laid back approach this warm pre-summer weather demanded was just like you’d imagine it 🙂
Sightseeing, posing, monkeying around, then food! 😀
With photos worth thousand words each, this might be my longest post ever but why describe it when I can show it to you? 🙂
Nice is super nice (so it’s exactly how it sounds) and I’d like to get back here and spend at least a few days to explore a bit more and experience more of what Nice has to offer, preferably with someone who knows the place.
Time wanted us to leave for Valbonne, so we carefully entered hot sauna, also known as our car and hit the road again. Travelling in our mobile sauna, following Lisa’s pirate-map-like instructions, at the end, 60 steps to the left of the big tree, we found paradise on Earth in form of a pool.
Sorry, yes, we first met Lisa, who was even more awesome in person. She showed us where we’ll be staying while we’re here, and then seated us by the pool and brought chips and cocktails…
She was super easy going, simple and easy to talk to. So we did a lot of that. Discussing life and some projects, current and future. Like cocktail we’ll be designing and shooting tomorrow and her upcoming “Name That Cheese” book. Time went by fast and we ate the pizza she made for us, before I got to pick up my camera. Some fast eaters… Looks at Jasmina.
So what do you do when you’re in Verona and it’s super hot? You eat gelato and touch Giulietta’s boobs. Summer came early 😀
Guided by smell of pizza and a friendly American, we found Casa di Giulietta, with Giulietta herself standing in the garden! Lucky us!
When you’re in a foreign country, you try to act like local people do, and with Italians being all very sexual and easy going, people formed a line, waiting their turn to hold Giulietta’s breast while their friends take pictures.
It’s all good fun and we’re told it sometimes gives you magic powers, woohoo 🙂
Ice-cream fuelled and with a sense of magic at the tip of our fingers, we steered our car towards our next destination: Valbonne, France!
Discovering the magic power
Italian weather was like Italian women, hot. And it got hotter!
There was something intoxicating about Italy that made us take the wrong turn. But not all is lost! We still have plenty of time to get to Valbonne by evening.
Another wrong turn. Doesn’t matter, let’s explore Italy a bit, take some local roads… They have trees, and shade! * Another couple of wrong turns.
* Dead GPS.
* 2-3 hours of driving in circles.
* Empty gas tank.
That’s what it took for us to realize our newly found magic power: Getting lost in Italy!
What do you do when you find out you have a magic power? You use it! We’ll spend the day in Italy!
Went directly to the closest city on the coast, which happened to be Savone. First place we could find to spare a bed, which happened to be a hotel with a nice view, yay! 🙂
We settled in, went for a short walk, and the lights went out for the day. Tomorrow, France!
With everything tightly packed and bearing gifts for our Italian Kiwi living in France, Sun greeted us while we were filling the tank with gas for the trip (Tesla, model whichever, is still on the wish-list).
With new energy and alertness this gave us, we marked the road trip started. Nothing’s gonna stop us now!
First stop: Verona!
Clouds came in.
We got lost.
We got found.
Got stuck in traffic.
Got unstuck from traffic.
I haven’t noticed when the clouds first cleared but it seemed like we picked the sunniest and the hottest days of the year. Temperatures in shade went from 30 to 40°C. Needless to say, when you drive in a car you’re not in the shade and dark asphalt is your best friend. “Air conditioning”, you say? What kind of adventure would that be, might as well watch a movie about it 😛
In a week’s time, Jasmina and I are leaving for French Riviera! Côte d’Azur, here we come!
I’m super-excited about this. It’s gonna be the first real trip I’m doing outside of Croatia. Usually when I venture outside of Croatia, it’s either for dance competitions or some other dance related business.
But let me start from beginning.
I’ve been hanging out with some awesome people with all thecooking and Dancing With The Z series. Azlin, being one of them, introduced us to Lisa, who was all like “I’ve made some tasty pizza, look, here are photos. Why don’t you and Jasmina pop in, it’s only a ten hour drive”. That repeated over and over with lots of great food, and she knows how to cook.
Finally, with Jasmina’s B-day approaching, I caved in and shot Lisa a private message. Basically, she replied something like “Awesome, here are cool stuff you can do while you’re here. And yeah, bring some swim suits and make some leisure time, there’s a pool too.” 😀 So, the logical thing happened… I’m planning trip details.
We’re going through Slovenia and Italy to get to France. We won’t be stopping in Slovenia because it’s going to be dark, but we may or may not stop in Italy 😉
I heard Cannes, Antibes and Nice are great places to visit, what else would you recommend?
I’ve already written about the magic of mornings before. That’s because there is something magical about starting first and being there first. But that’s not all.
There are two obvious ways you can wake up before the Sun. First is obvious, intentional. Basically, you look up the time Sun is getting up tomorrow, subtract some and put it into your alarm clock.
Second is winning the lottery. Get out and party ’till your body gives up. That lands you in bed in a (hopefully) dark room until you regenerate. I estimate, based on experience, 1 out of 10 times, you’ll wake up not too much before the Sun. That gives you 10 to 15 magical mornings a year tops. (That was a crazy year!)
What’s different between those except amount you can get per year?
Winning a lottery is what most people go for. It feels pretty darn good and you only had to “enjoy life” to get there. (I put this in quotes because driving your body to shutdown can get pretty intense if you repeat it enough, but you can’t win if you don’t play, right?).
After you eventually win the lottery, what you do? Well, party, repeat! Life’s good!
Soon it goes to waste again, magic’s gone, gotta play again! ‘Till your body shuts down enough times to win!
What about that obvious first way to get on top?
You have to put in work to find the right time, put it in alarm clock. Than you have to make a plan to do something that motivates you to actually get up when the clock calls your name. Otherwise it’s pretty easy to shoot that nagging sound down, smash the clock, make mental note to buy a new one, and show it your behind.
What then happens is going to blow you away.
Let’s pause a bit and compare the effort and time you put in for both scenarios. Starting with most common way people do it, lottery. You basically have to drive your body to a shutdown 10 times. Remember that last hangover that made you swear to give up drinking? Times ten.
Obvious way is a decision and 15 minutes away from being in motion. Pick the activity you wish to start, pick the time, set the clock.
You’re up and fresh. Plan set before you. Nobody to stop you, all the naggers are turning pillows to the cold side. By the time they are up and clueless, you’re done. Soon they’ll talk how you got lucky. Let them. They don’t understand.
It’s not about sunrises and mornings, it’s about mindset and what you do with them.
Now you know.
We build walls to keep others out. It started with bears (before Teddy Roosevelt made them cute), dragons, mammoths, witches, and magical creatures. Also weather, cold, burglars, ninjas, and other real threats. From there it continues to every other aspect of life.
We want to feel safe and not get hurt. We want to protect those we love and sometimes things we own.
So we lock ourselves from the world and create our own micro-cosmos between our walls, where we can choose who lives and dies, who’s allowed in and who’s left in the cold. We diligently look for holes in it and plug them with the best material we can find so nothing could slip through. And they get the job done!
Our walls protect our status quo. Well, they try really hard to, after all that’s the reason we nurture them so thoughtfully.
Investing all that energy in them, and time we spend between them, it’s really easy to miss everything that’s wrong with the concept.
They also keep you in.
Even though that’s kinda the point, they represent your comfort-zone. The box you’re thinking in. That place you retreat to when you want to feel safe.
If you don’t have something in it, meh, you’ll get by just fine without it. You managed so far.
That said, world is a wonderful place and even if your walls do have windows, you can only explore so far from within their safety (also, those metal bars are kinda blocking the view). And world is a wonderful (maybe little terrifying) place, that constantly changes. So even if you think you saw everything, there is always that new thing out there that will positively surprise you when you stumble upon it, once you dare to step out of your walls.
They are fragile.
Giving their life for your protection from the outside, they take all the heavy hits from the environment. They break little by little and some rain pushes through from time to time. So you need to mend them all the time from the inside. That makes your personal space smaller.
It all works well until something too big lands on them, tears them apart, and leaves you open and vulnerable.
You’re looking for holes and you’re fixing them your whole life, and you always find more just when you thought you’re done. They’ll always be unfinished. There will always be some hole someone can use to dig an opening and slip through. And then, they are in for good.
Once you let someone in, they aren’t getting out.
Take a look at 5 to 10 people you spent most time with, ones you confide in, ones you’re there for when they need you. Those few made it through your wall. Maybe they sneaked in when your wall was weaker and easier to penetrate, and then you built a fortress around them. Maybe you let them in through the front door and now they keep you company and make your days more bearable.
You wanna care for them and won’t let them go to the open where scary stuff happens. Did you know there was a dragon two blocks away that spits fire, eats people alive, and only a strong wall can stop him? Yeah, you better not leave here. He eats babies too, that’s for desert. And he’s always hungry!
You’re also within their walls too. And those are not the same walls as yours!
What happens once either of you wants to get out and be more?
You guessed it! You can’t go out, they’ll tell you it’s scary outside and bring you down with all they have to stop you from penetrating their wall back out. You can’t blame them, you’d do the same for them.
Make a tiny hole and sneak out when they aren’t looking, find other explorers like you. Suddenly you’re stronger! You have assistance on breaking out of other people’s walls. Some will come with you, some won’t. These are the wrong people for you, and you are wrong people for them. No hard feelings. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.
Without knowing it, you start rebuilding your walls slowly. In a better place, why wouldn’t you. The thing is, if it’s a perfect place you wouldn’t need them. But things change. When you repeat this process enough, you realize that happy place is outside those walls, between those builds. Break often.
Yes, you can get hurt outside, you can even die. You can die from a backstabber inside, too, and you won’t see it coming either. And those walls of yours will break at some point from the outside pressure, and you will be left in the open.
Venture out of your walls often, get used to the open space, get more nimble, dodge a few, fight a few, get stronger, faster, happier. Maybe you decide you don’t need your walls anymore, maybe you don’t. At least you’ll be ready when someone or something blows them to dust.
He was an entrepreneur, and he enjoyed the good life. This goes hand in hand for me. It might have for him too, it didn’t show.
We didn’t go out and chase chicks together, but in some other lifetime we might have. He already had an awesome wife by the time we met, and a daughter roughly my age, and a son roughly my brother’s. That didn’t prevent him for being my wing-man from time to time. Well, he tried. It wasn’t his fault I wasn’t willing to pursue anything but instead talked to him. There was enough time for girls, I thought. I hope he wasn’t too disappointed in me.
We met one spring day on the outskirts of nowhere, where heaven met earth. You can’t get your car there. You can get a boat, but only if you’re willing to swim last couple of meters – no piers. Peaceful and nurturing – heaven.
He just called in some favors, built a house during winter and bought a used sailboat. Did I mention entrepreneur?
I was just coming back home from a walk to the beach with my brother when friendly but unfamiliar face stopped us and asked for help. He offered us money and the deal was done. Misjudgment on his part, I would have done it for free, I see more value in relationships than money and meeting a new family on the block could be priceless. Good relationships can easily lead to good money and great experiences and good money rarely leads to good relationships. Finding good money on your nightstand won’t make a bad relationship any better. I get it, though, he really needed help and he made it so we didn’t get a chance to say ‘no’.
Few cups of sweat and a couple of hours later, we got home. Our parents were less than pleased about the new guy who uses “child-labor”. Reminding them who was the main muscle on the house they were in didn’t really help either. I’ve worked before so I still don’t get what the big deal was.
They met him the next day and concluded he was ‘ok’. One day more and they were friends. How’s that for judge of character?
Remember that used sailboat? It needed to get in shape in order to sail, so a new deal was made. I was gonna sail for the first time!
He was more eager to get the boat out of the harbor than me, so it wasn’t more than a half hour of work before we started the engine tried starting the engine. Another half an hour of tries later, auxiliary engine was out, and half an hour more and the auxiliary engine was running, you’re welcome.
If a fairy farted, she would have created more wind than there was that day, so let’s fast-forward to another, windy day. All of our sails started the same, so you’re not missing anything 🙂
Wind in the hair, beer in the hand, salt on the face and warm sun on the skin. Good life.
In the middle of the canal, half-way across the sea, we decided we could go faster if only we tightened the ropes on the main sail. Hop, hop, main sheet in hand, feet to the ground-sill, weight back, pull. Boom went more and more parallel with the boat. Boat went faster. Suddenly. CRACK!
Ground-sill’s gone to wood-chips!
Boom widened, boat slowed down almost to a stop.
Miles from coast, wind in the hair, beer in the hand, salt on the face and warm sun on the skin. What the frack are we going to do now?!
Wind started turning the boat, and the boom was about to go “boom”!
By that time we were well-oiled team so there was no additional harm done. Phew!
The repair was gonna be costly, but this wasn’t the last time we hung out. There were other, much more life-threatening situations that we pulled through, but that’s a story for some other time.
He calmed me down and assured me everything is going to be alright. If you’d known him, you’d know it was a tough feat to pull off. We set up the jib and sailed back to harbor in a much slower pace. Wind in the hair, beer in the hand, salt on the face and warm sun on the skin. Life was good!
Would you rather enjoy the view from the top of the island’s high wall or go explore vastness beyond it?
I suppose there is no right answer here, like in so many other questions, it depends on the mood you’re in.
I was going up there for the view and upon seeing it, wanted to explore all those distant places the Sun shined upon.