For the first timethistrip found myself upset and feeling superior to a culture that refused to serve me syrup withmy pancakes, Iasked waiter after waiter and they just kept bringin out disgusting ass honey...... we are onourway to Hootersforthe superbowl.... I just hope they don\t tellme they dont havewingsand tits.................. [View Full Entry]

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No blues here, just a literary allusion. From San Blas, stoners paradise, we drove into Gadalahara (spelled wrong here). It was extremeley difficult to leave San Blas with its waves, sunshine, and laidback lifestyle. But adventure beckoned. Gadalahara was huge, bustling, and very scenic, with sqaures, and plazas filled with artists, writers, and musicians. We stayed in a great hostel right downtown, we met a Columbian guy who convinced me and Barton anyway to definetly check out his hoem country. We met two stoner hippie chicks from Quebec who had bussed down from canada to San Diego jus [View Full Entry]

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Sometimes the best laid plans... well I forget how that saying ends. Instead of travelling to the shrimp rich isle Mexiclatin we instead chose to drive to San Blas. A little bit of paradise, especially if you are a surfer. We are currently camping at Stoners Surf Camp right on the beach for 3 bucks a night and we get to use their kitchen and shitter. As far as I can tell the staff consists of an old hawaiin guy and two swedish girls... We failed at starting a fire last night with wet driftwood, but the town is full of [View Full Entry]

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I may have found hope for all of you baseball starved and freezing fanatics. The mexican pacific coast league season, starts in late october ends in late febraury. We went last night and it game three of a playoff series, we paid 6 bucks for good seats and and drank beers for a 1.50, hotdogs for a buck, and huge bags of peanuts for .50. The game and the fans were excellent. Like in the old school pre-homer happy days of the big ñeagues, sac bunts, hit and runs, moving em over moving em in.... unfortuntely Mazatlan lost 3-1 but it [View Full Entry]

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Since you last heard your three favorite latin america travelers have gone through many triials and tribulations. Upon leaving Creel, with Barton as navigator, we took a ¨short cut¨ down a road that was not on one map and a spotted, dotty line on another. After 60 miles of bumps, potholes, and large boulders (average speed 15 mph) we were ready to turned back. Remembrenig our Urique adventure we this time let valor overcome caution and pressed on. No sooner had we done so, we look to our right and see a dead dog hanging by its neck from a tree [View Full Entry]

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met lots of internationa, mostly european travellers in Creel, biked through crazy canyons, BArton almost got into a fight with a shit talking german, nothing changes, took a crazy rickety, dangerous busride into the canyon town of batopilas, drank, were told to hire a guide to hike to the next town... didnt get a guide, tried to hike their anyway.... went up 5,000 feet in a day.... no tent,,, would have froze to death if nice family didn´t take us in and feed us goat stew and goat cheese, got lost the next day... turned back around to batopilas.... just got [View Full Entry]

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El Paso presented several challenges to the these three travelers. First a friendly and well-intentioned police officer spent about 15 minutes quesitoning us about our vehicle and intended journey. He just wanted to make sure we werent traffiking any drugs from El Paso to Chicago or anything like that. Finding Mexican auto insurance on a sunday proved to be less than easy as well but a pretty little mujera sold us some for around 60 bucks. If that wasn{t enough a little check engine light popped on, presumeably because Barton didnt close the gas lid enough (we hope... and yes... we [View Full Entry]

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After spending the night in the seedy "Desert Skies" motel in Gallup New Mexico, Barton, Roy, and myself drove through a near white into the town of Durango, Colorado. Three green chile burritoes and a fresh tank of gas got us to the Los Pinos Ranch in Bayfield, CO. About 27 beers, three fresh mountain trout, and a garden burger (for Barton of course) sent us to sleep well that night. There is little rest for the weary traveler. Early the next morning we drove up the San Jaun mountains and engaged a day of fresh powder at the Durango Mountain [View Full Entry]

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At midnight tonight all three of our leases will be expired. After a hard night of preparation followed by an experiment in the mixing of malaria medication and one dollar sake bombs. By 5:30 AM the 'baru will be leaving Los Angeles for good on the way to Durango Colorado. A few days up on Wolf Creek Pass should help build our tolerance for high elevation and excessive drinking. Ryan Barton is a particular concern as he as proven himself to be quite a liability in that department as of late. By Friday we will be Santa Fe exploring the provinces [View Full Entry]

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With our yellow fever immunizations behind us, me and my pal Barton can sniff that open road in front of us. As a possible late third entrant, Ryan Roycraft is steaming down from the Bay Area and claims he is in for the duration of the journey. This is a welcome addition as not only will costs be cut, but Roycraft is a well-seasoned, finanically independent, and Spanish speaking, decent young man. Our going away party is on Saturday at Gorman and Charlie's place in Manhatten Beach. Come by and wish us off......... On monday we head for Durango Colorado, than [View Full Entry]

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