I've spent few weeks in this small village called Cimaja, located on the west coast of Java, Indonesia. There were very little things that I was doing and they were consuming most of my day: surfing, photographing, eating, sleeping, talking and breathing as the ramadhan lasted. With a loud praying every early morning we used to wake up and go for surf. Come back, walk around the village, talk with people and photograph. One day I got to know the family of the local surfer whose son owned Kodak camera... that of course did not "work".
