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3 a.m. in Big Sur. This aquatic great canyon has a raw force of the golden age. The style of a gifted kid. A loner. Set for confidential town stories and some hidden astonishing beach breaks. Stretched under the sun. No luxuries but time and water. Angels and condors wings surround it. Big Sur has a vague restlessness. A mystery. The final chapter in the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable youth who fear nothing. A surreal mixture of real characters equally affected by It. Alive and vibrant. Coasts and mountains constantly seeking magnificence tolerance to keep your beliefs alive that this is paradise. At night with the heart open stars rise with an infinite dimension engineering the stardom with prodigality. The hidden region is the true son of all liberties and treasures. Big Sur has just driven me again where I had never been before.

Jorge Abian stands in front of the Maya Ruins in Tulum, Mexico. An astonishing landmark landscape located in the Yucatan Province.

Somewhere around Death Valley’s desert on the edge of the border between California and Nevada the sun began to fall. I remember her saying something like “it’s like we could do whatever we want-whenever we wanted”. Having a guest staying at my place in Santa Monica I had just discovered how easy was to travel for free.

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Where were you when this video happened? What are you doing while you watch it? What keeps you sitting there instead of just going off to a warm desert island to live freely and creatively? Who are you to judge all those who did it and consider themselves blessed for the life they have? I asked all this questions to myself when I saw this video yesterday. And I have the answer. The answer is fear. But to what?

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Jorge Abian in a house in Todos Santos with ocean and sunset as a background

The world’s #1 worst tourist destination.

A place where a coffee runs for 6 USD and they will look at you weirdly if you do not tip. Raw sunsets cover the sky at one point and then serenity rules everywhere but at Tequila Sunrise. The place where Brad Pitt drank until late while on set for Troya.

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Photo of the elevator at the Standard Hotel in NY by Jorge Abian

Inside a city that never sleeps charisma needs to socialite, style needs to be seen, vanity wants to upgrade and design acclaims thrones and crowns in every corner.

Caos had never been more elegant. Surrounded by astonishing views find yourself at NY’s best see-and-be-seen rooftop bar. Stairway to heaven and hell. Go at night. Cross the gates.

See you later, in the elevator.


Ancient temples surrounded by clear blue water and green rain forests. A mixture. A collection of trendsetters settled up as a contemporary tribe responding to the needs of nowadays expert travellers. Healthy food lovers will find a new adventure to get excited. To-dos seekers will stablish here their new full time schedule. Temazcal baths. Sapito’s magic. Slow live music. Hammocks. A new world. An ancient one.

Full moon surf scar

It’s 5am. I’m cleaning out my wounds. A big bomb (wave) threw me down the rocks reef when I was full-moon-surfing Malibu an hour ago.

Clean long lines. All shadows and a light. A big yellow eye illuminating the black surfers heads. There’s at least 10 of us out there. But no one makes a sound. Between sets it’s pure calmness. No fear at all. But here they coming. Boom. C’mon.

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Jorge Abian walks into the wild at Death Valley Desert dunes.

Eternal lovers of the free rides of the earth. Children of the sun.

The rivers, the falls, the roads, the jungles, the deserts, the sands and the winds. Nothing can in any other way make us feel stronger, scream louder.

We get on or off a road and we might get killed by a blowing wind. But who cares?

We believe in the beauty of life along the shores. On beautiful porches loving each other in hammocks under pouring rain. Heavy drops whistling in serenity storms. Sunrise baptisms covered with snowy skies help us close our eyes. We were born howling on steep slopes. We either ride or die.

We love the raw forces of the planet, powerful motions of the earth that become an emotion we think of as freedom. Children of the Sun.

Everyday we are born to be wild and endlessly we live until we die.

Photograph of Blue Lagoon in El Nido showing 2 big rocks and transparent waters.

The ultimate hiding place. If I had robbed a bank this is one of the places you could find me.

A fishermen town surrounded by ancient stone lumps that raise in hundreds from the bottom of the ocean creating natural transparent water lakes. Jurassic Park’s background.

Sketchy bars serve pure alcohol drinks in transparent plastic bags for you to drink it with a straw. Island hopers and pirates will take you to remote waters and desert islands for a very low fare.

Flight in and out THE NEST with a 10 people max plane.


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