Last week end, we rode the car for hours, me strapped in that hellish child-abusing contraption they call “car-seat”, to go to see friends that live in the woods. Not like: “their house is in the woods”. More like: “the woods is their house”.
We spent most of our time outside because their wasn’t much in the way of “inside”. At night it’s cold, so they built little cabins for sleeping in. There’s also a kitchen-cabin where they all cook and eat together. Continue reading In the woods with the woods-people
We’ve been in the Silicon Valley for more than a week now. In case you don’t know (I didn’t until last week), the Silicon Valley is a pretty cool place. In a week, we went to a thick forests of super-high trees, a community of woods-people, a big abandoned industrial zone full of cool trash, and a useless beach. Why useless? Because the Silicon Valley has a pretty harsh cold weather, complete with wind and fog. You’d be crazy to want to go to the beach.
We live in this huge intentional community. A cluster of houses with 25 people living there. I’m not sure of the intention behind the community, but from what I have seen, it seems to be a MacBook owner club. Weirdo and cranky must look very silly with their cheap Linux laptop. That’s OK though, they’re used to it. Continue reading In the Silicon Valley with the Macbook hippies
Hitchhiking was so ridiculously hard in Southern-South-America that we ended up losing quite a bit of our edge. Salvador is where we turn it all around.
Salvador, day one
We flew there from Rio. Our actual destination was Yucatan, in Mexico, but flying to Yucatan means flying to Cancun which is one of the most overpriced tourist destination in America which is very much reflected in the plane ticket prices. Or so says Cranky. So she booked a ticket to Salvador, that was like half the price. I wanted to tell her that there may be a reason why Salvador was so cheap, and that we might not like that reason. I should have. The reason is: shotguns.
There are guys wearing fake uniforms, holding a shotgun everywhere in Salvador. Bank? Shotgun-guy. Supermarket? Shotgun guy. Gas station? Shotgun guy. This has got to be the richest shotgun-fetish-country we’ve ever been to. I mean, shotguns can’t be cheap, right?
When we landed, we didn’t know that yet. All we knew was that it was already 3pm and the kids in Yucatan were waiting for us. And we owed it to ourselves to make it to the Mexican border hitchhiking all the way. Continue reading Getting dirty in Central America.