Starting my day at 5:30 A.M. San Francisco time, I was scooped up in a van and on my way to the airport. Mind you, I didn't fly out of Oakland until about 9, and so had plenty of time to waste. Or sit around probably looking like the walking dead. When I finally boarded my flight to Honolulu, I was pleased to be sitting next to a very chill couple from Cali. We chatted, we chuckled, we thanked our lucky stars that there were no screaming children near us. Even sleeping sitting straight up for five hours didn't dampen my spirits. The Honolulu airport is amazing. I took off my shoes and walked around the gardens inside until my next flight to the Big Island. Slept like a baby until we landed. Couldn't erase my perma-grin. I had arranged for a ride from the airport to the hostel, with a stop for groceries (and a much-needed icy cold beer) on the way. was pleasantly surprised when two very attractive women were the ones to fetch me (and my heart?). I digress.
I have since unpacked a few of my things, toured the property, chugged a beer in the jungle, and acquainted myself with all of the residents of the hostel by spending the evening with them in the common area. There are about seven people living here, and all of them have been here for weeks, if not months. Everyone is very friendly and open. One of the guys living here is a comedic rapper, which is quite entertaining. Another was cooking the wild pig they shot on the property. Pig. Shot it with a bow and arrow. In the face. Straight out of Lord of the Flies. While we're on the subject, I already ran into a wild pig while walking to my tent in the dark, and screamed like I never have before. I made sure to laugh really loudly afterward so that my new neighbors would know I was okay. Or maybe to let myself know I was ok, but DAMN that thing was big, and I wasn't ready for it. I look forward to being made fun of tomorrow for the scream.
So. Aside from the pig, this place is incredible. The shower is solar heated, and it's conveniently located outside in the freaking rainforest. To die for. The toilet is the same way. They've rigged up a bidet, if you can call it that, to save on toilet paper cost. It's basically like the sprayer you'd find connected to a kitchen sink. No, I didn't try it on myself yet, but yes, I did spray it into the bushes and amused myself. It's freezing cold and has quite a bit of pressure behind it. Not sure if I'm ready to spray my own ass with it yet. Ha.
Now my day is done, because I'm exhausted. I'm lying in my tent listening to rain and coqui frogs all around me. The perma-grin is back.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
You stay classy, San Francisco
What an interesting few days I have had. And mind-blowing, amazing, trying and exhausting. This is how you know you're on vacation in a major city. Everything feels amazing until it doesn't really, and you have to remind yourself to relax. Take a break. Take off your shoes and think about all of the miles that you have walked in one day. Think about all of the cool shit you've been seeing. Have a damn cocktail at a swanky bar and let someone take care of you. Because it's your va-ca-tion.
It's MY vacation.
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Leaving Denver was easier than I thought it would be, mainly because I slept for only an hour and a half the night before, and the delirium numbed my body and mind. The hard part was realizing that the giant pack on my bag would be my only true companion for the whole trip. Not in a sad way, but in the way that I knew immediately after I put it on for the first time that it would annoy me and possibly be the death of me. This bag is enormous. And heavy. More specifically, it weighs 37 pounds. And did I mention the word 'enormous'? It has been hilarious trying to get to know this thing and all of the smaller things I have stowed away in it. I planned on bringing a very small camp towel that is supposed to be incredibly absorbent and quick-drying. Not the case. After using the thing for about three and a half seconds, I wanted to throw it away. Burn it. Wish it on my worst enemy. I've since replaced it, but using that thing was like trying to clean up a kool-aid spill with a grocery bag. Shit is just getting smeared around, and there's no mistaking it. Almost everything else is pretty ok in the bag, but I have yet to master packing it correctly so that I don't feel like I'm walking around in a hurricane while wearing it. I'm sure practice will make perfect.
San Francisco. Is the place to be. I love love love this city. It has intrigued, entertained, confused and exhausted me. There are a lot of things I want to say about the past two days, and since I'm not feeling very organized mentally at the moment, I'm going to write all of those things in a list-y type of manner.
The wind and cold weather can suck my... Especially considering it's the end of May.
Same goes for the hills. I know, I know, San Fran is known for steep ass hills. That doesn't mean I have to like them.
People here are rad! I've seen more STYLE here in a day and a half than in my 15 or so times visiting NYC. And I love NYC and the people in it, so that's saying something.
Amazing food. Thai, sushi, Italian, blah blah blah. eating here has been wonderful.
I'm sick of public transportation.
I love the architecture here. And the landscape. I've seen bigger trees here than ever before in my life. Also I saw and hugged a palm tree for the first time (I felt compelled; it felt like I was embracing more than the tree).
I nearly fell into the bay. Pure clumsiness is the only reason.
It has been disheartening to be under dressed everywhere I go. I'm travelling with the ugliest wardrobe. Screw functionality when you want to look good for about an hour. On the other hand, my new tattoo and newly dyed mohawk seem to be going over pretty well. :)
I watched a guy play 'Stairway to Heaven' on a single steel drum. <3
Getting a smooch from the cute bartender is always nice.
The Golden Gate bridge turned 75 today. I went. Impressive damn bridge, but screw the commute I had to suffer through to get there.
I was mistaken for a local and was asked for directions, which always makes me feel good because then I know I don't look as lost and confused as I really am. Until I have to tell the mistaken party that I, in fact, have no idea about a single thing they are asking about.
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So glad that I'm here; so glad I started this blog-thing; so hoping this isn't boring to read. I really wanted to post some pictures this evening, but I'm not sure I can stare at this screen anymore.
Adios for now, and tomorrow I will be saying ALOHA. :)
It's MY vacation.
-
Leaving Denver was easier than I thought it would be, mainly because I slept for only an hour and a half the night before, and the delirium numbed my body and mind. The hard part was realizing that the giant pack on my bag would be my only true companion for the whole trip. Not in a sad way, but in the way that I knew immediately after I put it on for the first time that it would annoy me and possibly be the death of me. This bag is enormous. And heavy. More specifically, it weighs 37 pounds. And did I mention the word 'enormous'? It has been hilarious trying to get to know this thing and all of the smaller things I have stowed away in it. I planned on bringing a very small camp towel that is supposed to be incredibly absorbent and quick-drying. Not the case. After using the thing for about three and a half seconds, I wanted to throw it away. Burn it. Wish it on my worst enemy. I've since replaced it, but using that thing was like trying to clean up a kool-aid spill with a grocery bag. Shit is just getting smeared around, and there's no mistaking it. Almost everything else is pretty ok in the bag, but I have yet to master packing it correctly so that I don't feel like I'm walking around in a hurricane while wearing it. I'm sure practice will make perfect.
San Francisco. Is the place to be. I love love love this city. It has intrigued, entertained, confused and exhausted me. There are a lot of things I want to say about the past two days, and since I'm not feeling very organized mentally at the moment, I'm going to write all of those things in a list-y type of manner.
The wind and cold weather can suck my... Especially considering it's the end of May.
Same goes for the hills. I know, I know, San Fran is known for steep ass hills. That doesn't mean I have to like them.
People here are rad! I've seen more STYLE here in a day and a half than in my 15 or so times visiting NYC. And I love NYC and the people in it, so that's saying something.
Amazing food. Thai, sushi, Italian, blah blah blah. eating here has been wonderful.
I'm sick of public transportation.
I love the architecture here. And the landscape. I've seen bigger trees here than ever before in my life. Also I saw and hugged a palm tree for the first time (I felt compelled; it felt like I was embracing more than the tree).
I nearly fell into the bay. Pure clumsiness is the only reason.
It has been disheartening to be under dressed everywhere I go. I'm travelling with the ugliest wardrobe. Screw functionality when you want to look good for about an hour. On the other hand, my new tattoo and newly dyed mohawk seem to be going over pretty well. :)
I watched a guy play 'Stairway to Heaven' on a single steel drum. <3
Getting a smooch from the cute bartender is always nice.
The Golden Gate bridge turned 75 today. I went. Impressive damn bridge, but screw the commute I had to suffer through to get there.
I was mistaken for a local and was asked for directions, which always makes me feel good because then I know I don't look as lost and confused as I really am. Until I have to tell the mistaken party that I, in fact, have no idea about a single thing they are asking about.
-
So glad that I'm here; so glad I started this blog-thing; so hoping this isn't boring to read. I really wanted to post some pictures this evening, but I'm not sure I can stare at this screen anymore.
Adios for now, and tomorrow I will be saying ALOHA. :)
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Tick-tock
Let's blog this shiz!
Welcome to this blog-thing! If you want to see and hear about the next few months of the adventure I'm calling life, then tune in for as long as you can stand it! Honestly I'm not very diligent when it comes to this kind of thing, but I've made it a goal to at least try to maintain it. We'll see. Beach time may be higher on my list of priorities. ;)
There are four days left until I leave Denver, and I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I'm sad already to leave friends that I've been spending so much time with lately, but am also so grateful for them. Currently trying to breathe. Breathe. Really trying to get my things together and breathe. I realize now more than ever that this crazy idea of a vacation is happening right now and that this is going to be amazing.
Aside from all the illegal camping I plan on doing, there's nothing to worry about. I'm just psyching myself out because it has been a few years since I've packed up and journeyed about for awhile.
Saturday morning I fly to San Fran for a few days, and from there it's on to Paradise. I'm out! If you like postcards, you'd better send me your address. I'll try to be diligent with that endeavor as well.
Welcome to this blog-thing! If you want to see and hear about the next few months of the adventure I'm calling life, then tune in for as long as you can stand it! Honestly I'm not very diligent when it comes to this kind of thing, but I've made it a goal to at least try to maintain it. We'll see. Beach time may be higher on my list of priorities. ;)
There are four days left until I leave Denver, and I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I'm sad already to leave friends that I've been spending so much time with lately, but am also so grateful for them. Currently trying to breathe. Breathe. Really trying to get my things together and breathe. I realize now more than ever that this crazy idea of a vacation is happening right now and that this is going to be amazing.
Aside from all the illegal camping I plan on doing, there's nothing to worry about. I'm just psyching myself out because it has been a few years since I've packed up and journeyed about for awhile.
Saturday morning I fly to San Fran for a few days, and from there it's on to Paradise. I'm out! If you like postcards, you'd better send me your address. I'll try to be diligent with that endeavor as well.
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