Travel thread

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the people talk and walk like they have peanut butter in their butt

A good line from a terrible, terrible post

you will never look at a spanish (from spain) ass the same way again

a society of reese’s peanut butter butts

[96583UP]

iberico ham is delicious tho

[doug rr]

they know how to put good sardines and other seafood in a can

[doug rr]

iberico ham is delicious tho

damn right..those ones that only eat acorns all their lives are so good

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iberico ham is delicious tho

damn right..those ones that only eat acorns all their lives are so good

oh baby i spent a week in mallorca with a couple black sausages by my bedside at all times

[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.

[spike]

Aragone

[Chris_H_2]

My son and I almost died Tuesday morning in a canyon in Death Valley. When they say “high-clearance vehicle only,” believe them.

[spike]

You get stuck?

[Chris_H_2]

You get stuck?

Among other things. Also hit a boulder and was on three wheels on a narrow, downhill rocky road with a 30-foot drop-off. Harrowing.

[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.

[Chris_H_2]

I don’t get it

[Ello Sailor]

[spike]

I don’t get it

maybe he meant depth? i dunno, still not good.

[Bammer]

Fail, Fail

[Bammer]

So … Mrs. Bam luckily got through to someone and long story short her passport arrived last week.

I happened to look something up about our trip and I noticed our flight arrives April 9 and our first hotel night is April 10. I made the same booking for my sister’s fam. Yikes. No rooms available in our hotel. We found another one like a mile away for the first night.

Jeeebus.

[spike]

So … Mrs. Bam luckily got through to someone and long story short her passport arrived last week.

I happened to look something up about our trip and I noticed our flight arrives April 9 and our first hotel night is April 10. I made the same booking for my sister’s fam. Yikes. No rooms available in our hotel. We found another one like a mile away for the first night.

Jeeebus.

Get your head in the game bro

[The Argonaut]

Hey everyone, Just joined this forum and can't wait to connect with fellow travelers! Speaking of trips, my travel plans for this year are skyrocketing—I'm booking business class flights for a ton of different places. I'm headed to Asia for some epic beach vibes, to South America for some amazing rainforest hikes, and to Europe for all the iconic cities.

get a job, you bum

[Bammer]

So … Mrs. Bam luckily got through to someone and long story short her passport arrived last week.

I happened to look something up about our trip and I noticed our flight arrives April 9 and our first hotel night is April 10. I made the same booking for my sister’s fam. Yikes. No rooms available in our hotel. We found another one like a mile away for the first night.

Jeeebus.

Get your head in the game bro

What if I told you my head is currently in the game, but wasn’t X months ago when I booked this trip

[Bammer]

Given To Fly on the wrong day