Tales of hitchhiking and vice
I reached the Mexican border by the grace of two Guatemalan truckers. The first was an outgoing family man, talkative, at the end of his shift, who dropped me at strategic intersection of comedors and rumbling trucks heading towards the Mexican border about 20 km distant. There I was picked up by the second trucker.... Continue Reading →
Back in June, I spent 4 days on the Pacific Crest Trail to solo hike 50 miles with minimal preparation, an overfilled backpack, and my favorite California chocolates. I blogged it here. I also took some video (until my phone died). (Walker Pass to Kennedy Meadows (Mile 650-700), California, USA) Music: Nice Dreams
Tonight I will drive across Iowa south to north... In a big ass bandwagon. With the greatest band in the world. I will not sleep. A radio session awaits in the morning. I'm a roadie, you see. The road is my job, my work, my passion I won't ration. Now, I must put on podcasts... Continue Reading →
Pigeon Point Lighthouse Hostel - Pescadero, California, USA The Hostel Imagine driving north along California’s Route 1 scenic highway. An hour south of San Francisco, you're admiring the coastline when you see rocky promontory jutting into the Pacific, and from the tip of that promontory rises an old black and white lighthouse awash in fog. If... Continue Reading →
...And when, after the appointment, I told the pharmacist/doctor's assistant that I had to run back to the hostel to grab my wallet, she asked me to leave my cell phone as collateral. Muy tranquilo! So yeah I needed a total of 16 stitches -- 11 outside and 5 on some inner layer of tissue... Continue Reading →
Warning: Bloody picture will be shown at bottom of post! The avocado toast picture is just a picture of some avocado toast I made today. Today, in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, I took the bus south to Mismaloya to look for some rocks to climb. As we drove south along the Pacific coast, I admired both... Continue Reading →
Click here for Part 1 and Part 2 I awoke the next morning to the sound of the bubbling brook nearby, packed my tent, and waded back across the river to Canary Lane. I walked back to Rt 49 and... I was at a terrible hitchhiking spot. Bottom of hill, cars whizzing by, super narrow... Continue Reading →
Continued from Part 1... It was just getting dark as Husky Guy dropped me at the minimart on 49 in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas, California. A woman and her son were filling up jugs of water from a outdoor faucet. I approached the woman. "Excuse me. Do you know who owns that field... Continue Reading →
Two weeks ago, my friend and rock climbing buddy dropped me off in the town of Placerville, CA. It was about 5pm. My goal was to hitchhike to Yosemite National Park, 120 miles away. After hitting a grocery store in Placerville, I initially struggled to find a ride out. My softer side wanted to give... Continue Reading →
As I prepare to return to Mexico tomorrow for my third visit to this wonderful country, now seems like a good time to tell you about my experiences hitchhiking in Mexico (and Belize to the South). I once tried to hitch out of downtown Cancun. With the trademark beach side hotels looking over me, I... Continue Reading →
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