Getting close to the end of week three, we continued through the desert into the Navajo Nation – and Monument Valley.
The fourth post with photos from the roadtrip is up. It’s from the middle of the third week, when we drove past the Hoover Dam and stayed a few nights in the Grand Canyon.
The third week began by exploring Death Valley. We saw the heat climb to 53° C, only a few degrees from the highest temperature ever recorded on earth. We brought 32 liters of water, only so we could survive a few days if the car broke down.
Check out part 3 here.
I’ve finally uploaded part 2 of our roadtrip honeymoon. These pictures are from our second week, driving along the Californian coast from San Francisco to Los Angeles.
In the summer of 2016 my wife and I spent 6 weeks travelling through the United States by car, on foot, and by plane. This was our delayed honeymoon, a long planned journey that took us through 10 states – coast to coast.
When I got home and downloaded everything from the camera I ended up with over 6000 photographs. It’s taking me a while to go through it all… But I’ve finally posted the first batch of pictures, consisting of our first week. We spent that week in San Francisco and in Yosemite. I think it’ll end up being the first out of six posts, one per week spent in the US.
Well go on, check them out!
Playing The Witcher 3 was a spectacular, standout experience. Despite not being mechanically very different from other roleplaying games, it manages to create a unique atmosphere and voice. This comes down to many different things, like the fantasy setting rooted in Slavic mythology, the mournful writing, and the commitment to naturalistic, believable world building.
It is nothing short of a masterpiece, and one of the most important games of the past 10 years.
I played the game on my trusty Playstation 4, and as always I took a bunch of screenshots while playing. Here are a few of them, selected in an attempt to give you a sense of the atmosphere of The Witcher 3.
Seven days in Morocco at the end of the year. The buzzing, labyrinthine souks of Marrakech, the thousand faces of the Atlas mountains, and the Sahara.
Oh god, the Sahara.
I guess I never really thought I’d see the Sahara desert. It’s been something of a mystical place to me. A place of stories and imagery and harsh otherworldliness, ingrained in me since childhood by all those old movies and the countless hours reading Tintin.
As always I took too many pictures. I’ve selected a few and put them online. Let me know if you happen to like them.
I was born into a family that had a boat. It was rather small for a family of four, but this was back when people still accepted being a bit uncomfortable when going on adventures. Despite the boat’s size, you could cook in it, eat in it, sleep in it. My parents loved it, and we spent many days and nights aboard. My sister learned the difference between port and starboard well before she could tell left from right. I had some of my first memories on it.
I owe some of who I am to that boat. My legs are sea legs.
Who can honestly say what they were thinking or feeling during the first few years of their life. But I know some things. I know that I was absolutely crazy about water, and that I loved that boat. To this day there’s something deeply magical, almost mystical, about boats and ships and harbors to me.
I was probably no older than four when my parents sold it. They had bought a summer house, and there was no time, place, or money for a boat anymore. You can imagine how I reacted. That little orange and white thing was probably the first loss of my life, and it imprinted a lifelong dream somewhere deep inside my mind. I wanted a boat.
Now, 30 years later, I have one.
Let me introduce you to my Bella 642, a Finnish hardtop boat. The Pale Blue.
It’s got room for me and Lena and a few friends. It goes really fast if I want it to. There’s a ladder so you can go in and out of the water if you’re up for a swim. Two people can sleep somewhat comfortably in it. The deck is white and the hull is navy blue. And I’m proud and happy. Not because she’s an especially impressive boat, but because she’s mine.
My dad died a year ago, so he never got the chance to see it. But my mom has been on it, and my sister and her family too. And maybe, if I ever have kids of my own, they might find their sea legs too.
We had a conversation at work today about “developer commentary” videos, and I thought back to the one I did for Wolfenstein: The New Order. I realized I never posted it here on my blog. Well, here it is!
So, if you want to hear me talk about why we built one of the coolest levels of the game the way we did, check it out.
Today we gears and pistons at Machinegames launched our latest title, Wolfenstein: The Old Blood, on digital platforms. A prequel to The New Order, it’s a shorter game than its big brother with about 6-8 hours of play costing only about 20 euros. How about that for value? We chose to do this instead of making DLC, and I liken it to the rich expansions of the 90’s. It’s what I would have wanted as a gamer, and something I hope to see more of in the future from the games I play and love.
The tone is a bit different from The New Order. We jumped back from 1960 to 1946, and rather than the Tarantinoesque retro-scifi vibe we went for a B movie atmosphere. If our previous game was a tribute to Wolfenstein 3D, then this one echoes Return to Castle Wolfenstein. Yeah, when we said we’re big fans of the Wolfenstein series we weren’t kidding.
I think The Old Blood has turned out to be a mighty fine game.
Watch the launch trailer below, and know that I am one of the voices in the Drunken Nazi Choir heard in the beginning. We drank before (and during) the recording to make sure it sounds authentic! That we like beer might also have something to do with it.
Have you had the chance to play it yet? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.