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Cusco, Peru  Irish Pub 2006


Eating more than you should may save you from leftovers;

but …

drinking more than you should will never save you from hangovers.


note: hangovers are just leftovers that you don’t want … and you can’t stick them in to tupperware and hide them at the back of the fridge!

double note: hangunders are just fine.

triple note: being hungunder just means you are over the weather.

quadruple note: photo taken in some Irish Pub in Cusco, Peru in 2006. She’s just faking wastedness. I’m sure I saw her on a table later … and up a lot earlier than me the next day. The Dutch don’t do hangovers.


a new dilemma!



note: sometimes new scenarios are new … and … scenarioish.

double note: Gandalf … was full of crap.


Bolivian Surf Club

It’s really difficult to travel coast to coast in Bolivia.


note: lots of blankets; maybe bingo; no beach.

double note: Surfing in Bolivia? I’ll Paz on that one.

triple note: maybe Paraguay will be better.

quadruple note: La Paz means “peace“: Peru, Brazil, Paraguay, Chile, and Argentina all have a little “piece” of Bolivia.


Humor-Blogs link is down at the moment (sad face)

Wishful Thinking #1


Your boyfriend or girlfriend will remain faithful to you while they go backpacking for a year.


single scoop: Riiiightttt!

double scoop: I’m feeling Pat Coakleyish with all these continuing sagas. But I’m not challenging anybody to anything: you have to give me that much.

triple scoop: Hey Mister Fly! Try the chocolate, it’s pretty good too!

quadruple scoop: I took pannonica‘s advice and did something different with the “note” system. Picture of an ice cream: scoop. Do you get it? Ahhhh! it’s soft serve! There are no scoops



Hikers are just bad hitchhikers.


note: hiking really should be an olympic event.

double note: hikers are just people not walking on pavement.

triple note: gas hikes seem to produce more hikers for some reason.

quadruple note: photo taken on Isla del Sol, Lake Titicaca, Bolivia.




People who live on islands go “overseas” a lot more than the rest of us.

note: Is an overseas adventure called an “overture“?

double note: Is someone who goes “overseas” called an “overseer“?

triple note: Is sleeping with somone “overseas” called an “overscore” or an “overlay“?

quadruple note: Are “overseas'” attractions called “oversights” or “overlooks“?

quintuple note: I’m always “overexcited” and “over-optimistic” before going “overseas”.

Road Music


Travelling from Melbourne to Perth straight involves an awful lot of driving.

When I did this 12 years ago, 3 out of the 4 people in the van took turns behind the wheel: the 4th was not to be trusted.

The only benefit as driver was that you were in control of the music.

I was looking forward to my first driving shift, as the van’s owner and his friend had played Deep Purple for 12 hours non-stop.

Once securely in the driver’s seat I examined the tape selection:

12 Deep Purple cassettes!

I should have saw that coming.

note: no one ever fell asleep driving.

Field of Vision


As I watched the object slowly appear to get larger and larger; I stood transfixed, mesmerized, and lost in thought about how “depth perception” was an amazing process of eye and brain working together in perfect unison.

How long did it take humans to develop such an incredible ability?

I was pondering this question searching for the answer …

And then it hit me!


Fuckin’ baseball.


note: never play baseball with an eye patch.

double note: photo taken at the Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia.

triple note: I’m not that small really … it’s your depth perception messing with you.

The Beach



Everyone has their beach.


Mine is on Morro de Sao Paulo, Brazil: 2 hours by catamaran from Salvador.


Off and on, I spent 4 months there from April 2006 to January 2007.


I met amazing people; had amazing adventures; and became the laziest person on earth for a short time.






But very close.


When I think of the beach, I think of this one.



Where is your beach?


Local Knowledge Necessary

It is not down in any map; true places never are.  ~Herman Melville


Memories in a wink, of other times;

My pockets full of expectations, circumstances, and chances.

In my thoughts a thousand smiles, dreams to be true for the taking.



I Saw a Man
  I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never — “”You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

Stephen Crane 



Inspired by: Pat Coakley‘s “Local Knowledge Necessary” at Single for a Reason