It was surely the trip each way that livened and set this trip up to be the way it was. Curious, unexpected, misguided but most importantly fun! Up shit creek without any decent radio stations, Leace’s CD collection came into play and with house music blaring like it would back home, on hopped the unlikely family and off we were, um, which way??!!! Don’t really know, didn’t really care! After bullshitting our way through US immigration, nearly running over an immigration officer and deciding not to employ any road diesels along the way, our next task was trying to make sense out of the plain, simple folk at the Green Tortoise hostel (I thought this place was alright, but in hindsight I agree with my friends, absolute shit - cept for the boardroom, good things happen
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