Posts Categorized: Mobile

Regrets are for Losers

At the Border

Two years ago today, we crossed the Canadian border into the 49th US state. Even though we barely rolled in as the border agent literally pushed us back into America, driving to Alaska (roughly similar distance from LA-NY) via an air-cooled VW is one of the greatest adventures of a lifetime.

Take your chances, and most especially the time to do the things in life that you dream of. Because while dreams are made when you close your eyes, they only come true when you wake up and make them happen. #vw #volkswagen #bus #alaska #goforgold #roadtrip #homeiswhereyouparkit

Garage Sale Vinyl

A pretty girl checking out some vinyl at a garage sale down the street from the wedding she just attended.

A pretty girl checking out some vinyl at a garage sale down the street from the wedding she just attended. I like her. A lot. :)

The View

To deflate your sense of self importance, humble yourself and immerse in the real world outside fleeting relationships.  So maybe one day you can share something more interesting than your selfie last night and the food you ate this morning.  When your bed is comfortable, that probably means the view is not that great. #nofilter #ihatehashtags

To deflate your sense of self importance, humble yourself and immerse in the real world outside fleeting relationships. So maybe one day you can share something more interesting than your selfie last night and the food you ate this morning. When your bed is comfortable, that probably means the view is not that great. #nofilter #ihatehashtags

Pitter Patter

Currently in a parking lot in upstate NY, listening to the dancing raindrops on the roof of our Volkswagen. Thousands of miles away from home, with two of the greatest friends anyone could ever hope for.

I am, always, home.

The Tale of Good Hope, BC

Ran on fumes, met some locals warning about the bear across the street, and a moto-adventure rider.  Tired as fuck, but we'll keep on going. Hell yes.

Tried to gas up at the local station at Dease Lake, BC, but found out that the station closed a few minutes before we got there. A guy on a motorcycle was around the pump talking to someone else who was trying to gas up, but no dice for any of us. We decide to push forward to the next town, since we had a lot of hours of light left for driving.

The only problem, was that it was WAY further than I expected. And the needle of the gas gauge slowly started creeping down towards the empty line. And past it! I semi-panic while feathering the pedal up hills and trying to come up with Plan-C in case when we run out of gas. Turns out, that would be the least of our worries.

We BARELY make it to Good Hope Lake (very foretelling), and coast into the empty (and closed) gas station. It looks like we’re stranded until it opens again the next morning, so Kat and I choose a flat spot and sulk over the time lost while we wait for gas. Meanwhile, the same moto-adventure rider comes up from behind us, and we talk for a bit. He’s out of gas too, and will pitch a tent closeby. Yay for neighbors!

We’re amazed to find out that he spent several years in Manila, studying in an international school in Rizal. We would have never guessed, with his blue eyes and blond hair. He bought his motorcycle less than 6 months ago, and is taking it from Denver to Alaska. These are the kinds of people we love meeting, and I offer him a cold Tecate as he begins to offload his gear.

As we’re getting our stuff ready, a local pickup truck comes by after they notice us hanging out by the gas station. Long story short, there is a bear lurking around town, and the school house directly across the street was ransacked just the previous day. And that they did NOT recommend the guy sleeping in a tent around this area, unless you wanted to meet your end as bear-food.

So they take off, and pick up the owner of the gas station who is their friend, to open the store and help us gas up. I gave them our last few cans of Tecate as a thank you gift (“What is this? Is it any good? I’ve never had Mexican beer before”). We thank the woman who owns the gas station profusely for opening the store just for us.

While we’re settling our bill inside, we suddenly hear a loud BOOM of a shotgun. And it sounded close.

“Whoa, what was that?”

“Oh.. They must’ve gotten him!”, the lady said.

:(

Mobile

Testing from a mobile device. I usually prefer the tactile of a keyboard, and am wary of spontaneous outbursts that get immediately pushed to the intarweb. But with the current gravitation towards posting images instead of words, this might come in handy.