Faust,
I take it In Transit is probably gone and done now. Flying is for dumbtards. I find the best adventure is the one you have on the way to your destination.
Let's take Mexico for example. I have driven through Mexico and although had you asked I would have recommended flying, it is an "experience." The little "Devil" sand-tornados, the fact that they serve chopped lettuce, chopped ham/cheese, chopped tomatoes and no dressing in a row on a plate and call it a salad, the various men parading as women, the lack of any functioning Animal Control Department, the lack of multiple utensils for every topping at a hot dog/hamburger stand so that whatever you get, you will always end up getting hot sauce, the various military patrols, the visitors with bodyguards, the outrageous amount of leather shoe vendors, the utter lack of ANY TECHNOLOGY, oh and the ruins.
I'm forgetting what my point was. Ah yes, if you focus on where you're going too much then you risk missing out on the awkward moments and hysterical outbursts that tend to happen on these types of adventures.
It did not take your letter 21 days to reach me. It was probably more like two weeks, but I was a little busy dealing with things back in the states. I'm working on some new flavors. I know, right?
Tell me what you think of this. Mango Cream Cheese Buttercream and Strawberry/Raspberry with a hint of Mint Buttercream.
Odd. I'm sensing a bit of role reversal going on. I need to get to a bar.
Grieves
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