When you plan a trip to the beach and something unexpected pops up.

Well, yesterday an old friend dropped by. We walked around almost aimlessly for a while, but, what we did not realize untill later was, that we were treasure hunting for “items” for usage in a few “cradle-to-cradle” projects I once planned.

Biomatter gassification system:
-A pipe (old car exchaust)
-a heat exchanger (old car radiator)
Thanks to “Jens bilmekaniker” bag fitness syd.


After having collected those items, my friend and I go shopping. On the return trip we find two perfect red roses, We walk a few 100 meters and I suddenly stare on a mailbox that contains one female name which is irrelevant. It is a name from older times (60-70 years) and there is only a womans name on the mailbox. I put a rose in the mailbox. Who else would give an old lady roses? If there no mans name on the mailbox, the woman lives alone. Rose donated. The next mailbox we encounter, same thing.

Suddenly I gaze on a garden gate with a broken hinge. I conclude that it is in too bad a shape to be used, walk away and think to myself “remember to always think twice” and go back to inspect it. I conclude that this is the right size without having measured anything, but someone else needs it. “Oddly” enough, it has the correct dimensions to fit pre-existing poles. (The original garden gate is too short) It was found on a street that I normally do not use, but random directions sometimes lead to a cool discoveries. “The path least taken” I bring it home, and dada… it fits…

“What sits fits”

I plan a trip to the beach, bring a bottle of water and a bottle of black tea. Suddenly, a whole bucket of flowers lay on the road in front of me. I collect them and head onwards to the beach, knowing perfectly well where to deliver them, however, I had to take a detour to the beach first. I find a couple sitting on a bench, quickly snap of a rose and give it to the guy stating “now you can give your girlfriend a rose :)” Then I vanish again searching for the next cool thing. I end up at the harbor watching awesome stone-scultures. Then I sneak up on someone through an open gate “open sesame” and deliver the rest of the flowers to someone special who deserves them because, I had made a slight mistake in communicating something which got someone else hurt. “I apologize” The person was either sleeping/not there or something else, it was late so I left them at the door.

At the same time i find a guy who seems to be running around in circles, kinda lost. It turns out to be a tax atourney from Odense, Mr. Furtado, who could not find his hotel on “kongevej” so I show him the way home, get his business card and head back home.” Cool  name, reminds me of “Nelly Furtado”

All in a days work 🙂

“Something lost was found”

On my way back home, I pick  up some random trash and toss it in the trashcan. Suddenly i find alot of read and white roses petals lying on the side of the road. That reminds me of an old Bon Jovi song from the past. “Bed of roses”
(bed of roses, bed of nails (fakir))

Fun synchronistic day 😉 From chaos to abit more order. Too much order is bad 😉



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