Archivo: July 2009

After 33 days of personal enrichment, 12,500 kilometers of fun and sun in eight dream cities, we’re back where it all started – home sweet home. Needless to say, we’re a tad exhausted, but infinitely proud of all the experiences lived at the same time.

A quick mental-rewind takes us to … the hours of coexistence in the zeppelin. Our nerves that first day in Paris. The home-cooked dinner that Neils from Amsterdam prepared for four strangers: us. The fine-tuning our hips enjoyed practicing hoola-hoop in a Berlin park. The semi-debacle in Prague. The Budapest birthday bash that wrapped up at seven in the morning. The unequalled hospitality shown by Istambul’s citizenry. The night-life in Barcelona.

Regardless of whether this ExperienceLess journey is considered a success, the sense of achievement will forever occupy a prominent place in our hearts.

Even though our zeppelin trip has concluded, the spirit of ExperienceLess is still alive. From now on, it’s our intention, to “throw ourselves down” with our sign whenever we can. Not just as a pretext for filling up this blog, but because we can’t think of a more fun and spontaneous way to get to know cities and their people. Besides, it’s one of the coolest things any of us has ever done.

That’s why we encourage you to do the same. Crazy as it seems, just “thrown down” that sign and don’t hesitate to enlist help from locals and get ready for anything on earth to happen. If you can manage to tape, record, or otherwise document your experiences, send them on to us at: experienceless@gmail.com and, well, hunky-dory.

ExperienceLess Barcelona from trourist on Vimeo.

Our journey was approaching its final stage and we could feel it in our bones. We arrived in Barcelona on a Thursday after a long day on the road. Fatigue had taken control of our bodies, but a burning desire to make the most of our last stop dissipated any hint of collective weariness. We still had three days of adventure ahead of us!

Barcelona stood before us majestic, just as it always does: good weather,  a general hullabaloo everywhere, neighborhoods teeming with activity and the Mediterranean, finally, making its appearance on our travel log.

After one day of commiserating with friends, we pulled out our markers and drew up one of our posters with a by-now familiar message. On this occasion, we chose Plaza Macba to publicize our desire to live Barcelona. The seemingly endless array of skaters that congregate in this square daily delighted us with their gravity-defying leaps and showmanship. Not only did they provide us with entertainment, but also more than one close call, making this “sit” the most thrilling one to date.

It was here that we received a healthy smattering of smiles from Barcelonans passing by and an equally salubrious share of good advice.  But the master plan was suggested by Guillen and Laura, who informed us that that very night Monjtuic (known as the “the magic mountain” of Barcelona) would be experiencing its most special night of the year, with all sorts of activities scheduled up and down the mountain. Not only were our new acquaintances kind enough to tell us, but they invited us to join them and other friends to experience it. We readily accepted!

Things kicked off at Laura’s house, where assorted mates joined in to prepare potato omelets to savor later that evening. Rumba concerts, Brazilian rhythms and Capoheira gym-dance exhibitions were among the night’s entertainment fare. Words of gratitude are forwarded to Guillen, Laura and all their pals for the convivial hospitality shown.

Once again, our sense of being ExperienceLess vanished, thanks to the input and good vibes of others.

Thanks Barcelona!

Las últimas semanas han sido de mucho trabajo en trourist, tanto desde el punto de vista de producto, como del de comunicación, aunque no por ello, queremos excusar nuestra inactividad en este espacio.

Desde el punto de vista de producto, y como bien sabéis, llevamos ya mes y medio en beta privada. Somos conscientes de que todavía nos quedan muchas cosas por mejorar, en ello estamos, y por eso, queremos agradecer el tiempo que habéis dedicado todos los que durante este tiempo os habéis puesto en contacto con nosotros con ideas y sugerencias.

Nuestra intención es abrir trourist después de verano, cuando estén desarrolladas las funcionalidades que más habéis echado en falta, y cuando se puedan consultar experiencias en los destinos más buscados. El objetivo es complicado, pero confiamos en vuestra pasión por recomendar esos momentos especiales que hacen tan diferentes unas ciudades respecto a otras. Por eso, si vais a viajar este verano, no olvidéis llevar con vosotros una Moleskine en la que apuntar experiencias trourist.

Desde el punto de vista de comunicación, la cosa no puede ir mejor. Acabamos de llegar de ExperienceLess, la campaña con la que hemos querido reivindicar la filosofía de trourist, y la gente ha respondido a nuestro llamamiento mejor de lo que esperábamos. Hemos estado por Paris, Amsterdam, Berlin, Praga, Budapest, Estambul, Dubrovnik y Barcelona en lo que personalmente ha sido una vivencia inolvidable. En el blog de ExperienceLess, podréis ver más información sobre lo que estamos haciendo, y disfrutar de los vídeos que hemos ido colgando.

Por último, un deseo. Que este verano disfrutéis al máximo de vuestros viajes, pues son la mejor manera de disfrutar y de aprender. Keep Traveling Real.

ExperienceLess Istambul from trourist on Vimeo.

Istambul, a city where East meets West and Europe merges with Asia, has captivated a place in our hearts forever. Not only because of the reigning chaos that prevails on each and every street, but also, and perhaps especially, because of the unceasing hospitality and vitality of its people, determined as they are to always put their best foot forward.

We arrived in what was once Constantinople, capital of the Byzanntine Empire one Friday night, and during our first four days, we saw no need to pull out our magic markers and write new posters. Tips from locals came with unprecedeted ease, sometimes after chatting with someone for just five minutes. Never in our wildest expectations did we expect to have our kickoff visit to local drinking holes end up on the Bosphorus, sharing beers with native Turks. Nor the next night when we followed up our initial romp with a sort of karaoke bash, singing our lungs out till five in the morning.

As if things weren’t going well enough already, we did do a special “sit”. The results were remarkable. We do not exagerrate when we say that it took a record 25 seconds for someone to come up with a program of activities that really permitted us to get to know the city and its people. First, there was Damla, an exceedingly friendly and interesting writer, who took us to dine at her favorite restaurant. Subsequently, an amiable lad named Ahmet led us to a place where smoking a water pipe took on a whole new dimension.

Without question, arriving as an ExperienceLess visitor to an unknown city has been one of the most enrichening and fun experiences any of us has ever had. Istambul wins hands down as the city that managed to make us feel most welcome. What a pity that our trip is winding down and the number of stages left dwindles with each passing day.