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hobosapien

kyle t

Because hobosexual implies promises I can't keep.



Europe » United Kingdom » England » Greater London June 7th 2012

After a nap, we introduced ourselves to Emily. Let me back up. After landing at Heathrow yesterday, a lady in Customs & Immigration gave us a stern look. "How long are you going to be in the UK?" was her first question. "Three weeks," I replied. "Where are you going after that?" "Paris." "And when do you return home?" I paused. "November, maybe?" She furrowed her brow in a manner indicating that the concept of "travel" may have never crossed her mind in all the years she'd had this job working in an airport. "What are you going to do for work?" she asked, as though she wanted to desperately follow it up with "...you dummy?" "We're not," chimed E. "We saved our money." "Wait... you can do that?" was something she almost said but didn't. ... read more
Not the Tate Modern
The cultural apex

Europe » United Kingdom » England » Greater London June 6th 2012

They say that when you're jet lagged, you need to just suck it up and stay awake until fdhsajjdskahzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... read more

Europe » Iceland » Southwest » Reykjavík June 6th 2012

A quick stop in Providence for lunch with the final tier of comrades kicked off the five-hour drive to JFK, the airport that hates travelers. Security gave me a little guff for my stick of Old Spice High Endurance which, despite being a solid, violated their "three ounces or less" liquids rule. (They let me go because I smelled so nice.) Once settled in the terminal, futile attempts to connect to their stupid Boingo wifi hotspot drained the battery of every device I had, thanks largely to electrical outlets that are so inconceivably absent you’d think it was a point of pride. The gate for IcelandAir (the cheapest ticket across the Atlantic) is positioned next to a reprehensible theme bar with Sammy Hagar’s name on it, where the bartender generously offers a free exasperated scowl with ... read more


The only reason I’m on Cape Cod is to relax before enduring the Kafkaesque Gehenna that is international travel. I hate to bore you, but Cape Cod is as delightful as everyone says it is. And though the comfort of my current lodging is unparalleled, I can’t really recommend it to any random wayfarer -- I'm couch surfing with some friends (thanks be to Dorria, Chris and Zoe). A few highlights of the Cape: Sundae School, a popular local ice cream shoppe that served me a bowl of flavor so exotic I can’t even remember what it wasWellfleet Bookstore & Restaurant, probably the best raw oysters I’ve ever had (admittedly, I’m not much a connoisseur of oysters -- but then again, oysters are often served to you swimming in their own urine, so who ... read more
The mythical "Drive-In Movie Theatre"


Sparing no expense for this journey began with booking a flight on Spirit Airlines. If you're looking for comfort, try something more luxurious like the back of a flatbed pickup truck; otherwise, Spirit is a great place to wantonly spend money. Like most American businesses who, in the face of a wintry economic climate, try to grow profits by charging more money for the same old shit (forget the logical solution of charging less to entice you to buy more), Spirit is among the many commercial air carriers who have taken to extorting a premium for checked luggage as well as on-flight amenities like snacks and beverages ($3 cup of ginger ale, anyone?). But Spirit boldly takes it one step further: they continue to gouge for each carry-on item you have, effectively encouraging you to bring ... read more
Hall of records
Detritus
Stay awhile

North America » United States » Illinois » Chicago May 24th 2012

In a small town in Brazil there’s a puppet show that’s recommended by locals and visitors alike with a fervor typically reserved for things like oxygen. Though not a single one of these enthusiasts ever managed to describe its content, style, or even so much as its duration, their zeal had me psyched up to slice myself in the knee-pit for a ticket (if necessary). And I might have done that if only it were an option: tickets to the fabled puppet show cost the Brazilian equivalent of ten dollars, and it was seven weeks until my flight home from Rio de Janeiro, and humans have to eat to stay alive, and what am I, a millionaire? I had won this trip in a goddamned raffle, for criminy. I consequently opted for an evening that was ... read more




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