Not all fun and games in Baja. This old Mango tree had to go so me and wayne did some damage with axes and picks.
my spanish class...
Guillermo, Susana, Caroline, Dwayne y yo.
The van headlight (Faro) that is a mess thanks to the battery acid.
More stray dogs...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
van problems
the battery acid leaked all over my light system. the acid leaked because the roads are so bad that it was like driving across the ocean. corrosion. death. darkness. and the moped light broke. thus begins a process of repair that will never end.
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No one wants to say goodbye
In this land of gypsies every raised eyebrow is a kiss. every woven tale is a lifetime. memories last as long as wagon tracks in the desert where lonely coyotes bay at the moon. these gypsy spirits had day jobs one, networks, favorite bars, and sewing circles You can see it in their eyes. the scorpion evolved his armor over a million years but these souls are protected by little more than denim and borrowed skin.
what is a gypsy spirit to do in the face of such loneliness? The desert forgives no weakness. It swallows hearts alive.
between hello and goodbye is a lifetime of laughter and tears. a gypsy learns to carry his shield high and build her armor thick. the young keep their distance or hide in a cloud of smoke. the old can tell the story of their lives in two minutes. I was a cabinetmaker. I was a teacher. I was poor. I killed a man.
they don't even lie anymore.
so if you should pass a gypsy on the street don't say hello. bury our fingers in her hair. kiss him full on the lips and then run away. don't turn around. don't say goodbye.
todos santos
what is a gypsy spirit to do in the face of such loneliness? The desert forgives no weakness. It swallows hearts alive.
between hello and goodbye is a lifetime of laughter and tears. a gypsy learns to carry his shield high and build her armor thick. the young keep their distance or hide in a cloud of smoke. the old can tell the story of their lives in two minutes. I was a cabinetmaker. I was a teacher. I was poor. I killed a man.
they don't even lie anymore.
so if you should pass a gypsy on the street don't say hello. bury our fingers in her hair. kiss him full on the lips and then run away. don't turn around. don't say goodbye.
todos santos
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Weekend Report
Something I didn´t add was that you should laugh a little at this video or it´s not gonna work out. OF course the battery ran out on the camera so there is no other part to this.
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Baja destroys everything.
here´s the man in the van´s 38 year old left foot. A bloody mess. Although this dog here is a mess too. Mack called him A little too long and a littl too short. and how. poor poor animal.
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The necklace
I sort of misplaced the end of this tale. I´ll find it soon and post it. funny thing is the neclace that I`m wearing in this video was also made by Christina...maybe as a replacement of the neclace that I lost. Another note is that this all took place in the original Poncho, the 1982 Datsun 200sx, that took me many places and was the car I wanted to drive to Mexico in the first place...so it all came full circle. This disaster almost killed that car and it could be said that it was the beginning of the end for the brake system and such since...well, watch the video.
Part 2
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Palapa Town
This is a little spot for the man in the van. the palm tree leaf shade structure is called a Palapa. That is where I live. It is on the west side of Todos Santos. Near a nicer internet cafe and papeleria. and near a shrimp taco place.
Lucha libre pictures to come!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
man in flight
this dude showed up one day with a rig like Rambo. unbelievable. we speculated that he´s ex special ops. bad ass. he paddle boarded out and road waves like laird hamilton. then a giagantic wave took his ten foot board and slammed it into his jaw.
It felt like getting hit very hard in the face with a brick, he said.
for most of that would be an analogy. for this dude I guarantee it was a direct comparison from experience.
the blow would have killed a chump like me. he shook it off and went kite gliding. I don´t know if you can see the satelite dish he uses to post his locations so when he eventually disappears like steve fossett they will know where to find his body.
he could probably kick chuck norris´s ass. the dude can beat you by land, by sea and by air...in the middle of the fucking desert!
I should mention that he showed an hour long slide show of his airial photography. and we watched a surf movie called the stylemasters on the beach with the ocean 100 ft behind us. 4 miles from a power source. and if he wanted he could fly away and land on a whale.
check out his website...
http://www.charleschandlerphotography.com/
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