Travel thread

[epilogue]

I really do hate that he posts here.

And yet I really do recommend Yelapa.

I contain multitudes.

[dad]

I really do hate that he posts here.

And yet I really do recommend Yelapa.

I contain multitudes.

On RM in general, or in this specific thread?

[epilogue]

I really do hate that he posts here.

And yet I really do recommend Yelapa.

I contain multitudes.

On RM in general, or in this specific thread?

I hate Bammer on RM in general and this specific thread.

I love Yelapa in general and in this specific thread.

I contain multitudes in general and in this specific thread.

[epilogue]

Oh no...

I've said too much

[dad]

Say more with less.

[Bammer]

Bammer doing a North American ghetto tour in 2023

Damn right!

[Bammer]

Lol durden you fucking psycho

[Jorge]

You must go to Yelapa now. I mean really go there. Stay a while. Get to know it inside and out. Befriend the locals. Become a known entity. Give a sizable donation to the local school. Get a street named after you. Rub the whole town up and down with your scent. Make it yours.

[epilogue]

Lol durden you fucking psycho

:kissy-face emoji*

[epilogue]

You must go to Yelapa now. I mean really go there. Stay a while. Get to know it inside and out. Befriend the locals. Become a known entity. Give a sizable donation to the local school. Get a street named after you. Rub the whole town up and down with your scent. Make it yours.

AL

[Higgs]

In Ceduna South Australia at the moment. Just on 7,500km done on the trip so far, heading back into Western Australia all things going well for tomorrow night.

Thought we'd try our hand at catching some blue swimmer crabs. Killed it with a couple of pots on the jetty. We needed a bigger bucket!

[epilogue]

Nice work!

[wease]

Hell yeah!!

[spike]

Clawesome!

[spike]

What in the fuck is going on at LAX these days? Felt like we took a tour of the entire airport transferring between the int’l terminal and the United terminal. Including like five elevators and who knows how many escalators. Just awesome when you have a kid in a stroller.

[The Argonaut]

They've really reLAXed their standards over there

[spike]

They’ve never had any to begin with.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Phoenix. Way too far to get to the rental car desk.

I’ll see your stroller and raise you two carried car seats.

[spike]

Fuck that, rent em.