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Excavating at Copan Ruins
2008-03-08 02:11:00
Excavating at Copan Ruins I finally asked the Honduran field archaeologists why they call me Mario, and what is so funny about that name anyway. They just laughed. I can only imagine that this stretch of humor is found in that they think that I look Italian or possibly that the name Mario is a little too close to maricon- the Hispanic word for homosexual- to not provoke a grade school snicker. This is only my guess, but these Honduran men really like calling people maricons. It seems to be a never failing nor faltering joke. If work is looking a little dull on the horizon all you have to do is point to a normally astute man and say, “Maricon.” Everyone then bursts out in waves of laugher and the dullness of the day vanishes into no more. Field archaeologist are the same all over the world.One of the archaeologist on this crew especially likes calling me Mario. He has really light skin and the other archaeologist call him “Chele,” which is the Spanish word for milk misspelled....

Mario of Copan
2008-03-06 03:28:00
Mario of CopanThey call me Mario here. This is the name that I was given by the Honduran fieldworkers on the archaeology excavation that I am working on at Copan. “Mario,” they call out to me and then laugh. There is something funny about this Mario name. I don’t know what it is. Maybe there is something funny about me.I would not doubt it.I entered the village of Copan Ruinas in Honduras on Saturday after a long nebulous of a Tica bus journey from Costa Rica through Nicaragua. My mind now draws a blank when I think of all the nothing that I passed during the three day bus journey. It was truly three days of nothing. I looked out the window ever waiting for something to roll out in the landscape, something to jump up tp my window and get me, but the biggest disruption to the unruffled quilt of the horizon was the very bus that I was riding in- and I could not even look at that. Really, there is nothing in Central America. From San Jose, Costa Rica to A San Pedro Sula, Honduras...
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Writing the Other SIde of Politeness
2008-03-06 03:23:00
Writing the Other Side of PolitenessI like reading writers who say what they think in simple, blunt terms. I like writers who do not worry about offending anyone or losing friends through what they write. Pure, honest brashness is an honorable quality in my book, especially when it is a touch overdone.I do not care about accuracy; I do not care about fairness; I think political correctness is the lowest common denominator of human intellect; The book that I want to read is one that is wrong, incorrect, offensive, moody, and not written from the potential prospective of potential readers. There are writers out there who seem to write just to write, not to be read. Or so I like to imagine.I like reading books from sexist, racist, impure, and imperfect writers. I want a view of life from the other side of politeness. I do not want to waste my time with page after page of etiquette. Etiquette is for the turds. I want to me amused, I want to laugh, I want to think my writers are not very...
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The Sack of Panama
2008-03-06 03:00:00
The Sack of Panama Alexandre Exquemelin, the pirate surgeon, wrote a firsthand account of Henry Morgan’s attack on Panama City in his classic book, The Buccaneers of America. I read this book with jumping enthusiasm many times while growing up in the empty fields of Upstate New York, as I too wanted to be a pirate and sack Panama City.So I hopped a bus to Old Panama to walk amongst the ruins of what the pirates left behind. I became excited as Exquemelin’s descriptions came flooding back to me. Morgan was not a pirate of romance, rather, he was vicious: torture and terror were his devices of extracting as much wealth out of the Spanish populations of the New World as he could. He was not one of my favorite pirates, but he was a pirate none the less, and the romantic vestiges of the pirate life still stick with me today.So I ran off of the bus towards the ruins of what the pirates left behind. There was a mere chain link fence that stood between me and the old city, and without de...

Nicaragua North of Managua
2008-03-02 01:37:00
Nicaragua North of ManaguaOld women with heads wrapped in bright colored scarfs smile toothless smiles from the backs of pickup trucks. Another woman who is all wrinkles from stem to stern tries to sell me fried goods from the window of my bus. I am riding through the Northern Nicaraguan countryside and the morning sun is just coming up over the eastern hills. Going to the Honduran border. A man who is more beard than man tries to flag down the bus from the side of the road. The driver leaves both him and his flowing white belly length beard in the dust. The big white clouds whisper their approval as they know that the bearded man will just find a seat on another bus, and for us, well, we will just keep rolling on. Chickens cackle and children play. The day is just beginning. Honduras is on the horizon and ruins of Copan await excavating. I am not too sure how this project at Copan is going to go. There may be large restrictions on what I can write and photograph. I need to be able ...
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Tica Bus to Managua
2008-03-02 01:27:00
Tica Bus to ManaguaGetting near the lee side of a Tica Bus journey to Honduras. In Managua. This is the third time that I have been in this city. The first time I had nothing to gauge it off of because it was my first stop in Nicaragua, the second time I thought it was a pit, this time I think Managua has a decent feel. I know what to expect. I would not reccommend this city for sight seeing, but it is an alright stop over for a cheap bed and a decent meal. At least the people here do not act as scared of each other as they do in San Jose. Managua is a big neighborhood, everybody seems to know their neighbor. I cannot say that I wish to stay, but I will not loathe this city the next time that I pass through.It is interesting how a traveler becomes comfortable with places that they pass through regularly. In Managua I know where to find a bed and a place to fill my belly. This makes me feel alright. I have nothing against returning to places that I have been to before. Places to hang...

Going to Honduras
2008-02-27 21:37:00
Going to Honduras I am now back in Costa Rica after five days in Panama. It was a good swing down there. Glad I went. Now I am getting ready to go to Honduras. I got on an archaeology project at Copan. I am going to try to make it there in one clean swoop, so I got a ticket on the Tica Bus that goes to San Pedro Sula. Paid nearly $50 for this ticket, and it takes two days of riding across three countries to get there. So I am going to get the Chinese Tourist tour of Northern Costa Rica, Nicaragua, and Southern Honduras. Oh well, I have been to these countries before, and I need to get to get to Copan quickly. It is set up, a month of archaeology fieldwork at a famous site, and then I am free to wander on. Mira and I found an apartment a block from the Copan Archaeology office for $100 a month. That is $50 each. Not bad, the article that I wrote for Dan at Café Abroad Magazine will be getting me a bed for a month. Thanks Dan!After Copan I think that we will be traveling through Guate...

Panama is Alright
2008-02-25 17:14:00
Panama is Alright For every sky-rise resort soaring into the clouds, there is a hovel tucked beneath that offers the real face of a country at a skinny fraction of the cost. I am at the beach in Panama, in a cheap hovel, listening to the reggae-tone music blare over a little community on Saturday-party-night. I am feeling fine. I smile for the sake of my four walls and corrugated sheet metal roof. $6 gets me on to the next day well rested and smiling.The tourist towers and sterile bars of the wealthy could not touch the character of this poor little town that lays only one beach away. This is a good town. But it was a hike to get to.I hopped the bus out of Panama City on the Ave. Espana route to the Albrook station. From here I boarded a bus to Playa Gordondo for $2. I rode this bus for around an hour and a half until the driver told me to get out. I guess I was at the place I wanted to be at, although it appeared to just be a bus stop on the side of the highway. But some of the othe...
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Low Density High Income Tourism
2008-02-25 17:08:00
Low density, High Income Tourism This is the creed of Panamanian tourism. Resorts, resorts, and the cars and buses that bring the people to the resorts. But those upright shafts to boredom have nothing for me. I walked by them for kicks tonight, and peered into the White Man bars. They were smiling and laughing pasted on laughs with their white faces, but they did not seem to be having any fun. In fact, they seemed rather bored as they would walk out of their expensive bars and stiffly stare out to sea. I cocked my head and walked back to the poor man´s beach with the black people who are camping out and listening to loud music and sancing and really having fun.Low Density, High Income Tourism is boring.Wade from Vagabond Journey.com Playa Gordondo, PanamaFebruary 23, 2008 Eight years of round the world vagabond travel. Wade from Vagabond Journey.com

The Panama Canal
2008-02-25 17:02:00
The Panama Canal Visited the Panama Canal today. Yup. It was a canal. Felt as if I was checking something off of a list as I stood on the observation tower looking down upon the ships in the locks.I took the public bus out of Panama City and made Miraflores within twenty minutes. From there it was a short walk to the canal. Watched a big ship move by through the locks as I walked towards it. When I arrived at the canal it became apparent that it was havily guarded and gated in. The romantic taste of the canal quickly escaped from my mouth as I was scolded by a security guard for looking at the canal from an uncommon vantage point. Or maybe he thought that I was considering thieving it and did not want to take any chances. Either way, I then realized that I would have to meet the throng of tourists that were huddled together below the base of the large observation tower that jutted out over the waterway if I was to really look at the canal.I debated if it was worth it. The price was ...

Tica Bus to Panama City
2008-02-25 16:43:00
Tica Bus to Panama City Rode the Tica Bus from San Jose, Costa Rica to Panama City yesterday. Good ride. Comfortable bus service. I wrote Travel Tip #6- Avoid International Bus and Train Services earlier to warn against the economic disadvantage of taking international bus services, but I found that these quick, direct buses in Central America are not that much more expensive. I paid $26 to make Panama City in 15 hours. I probably would have dropped $22 and twice as many hours to take my usually well heeded local buses. Another advantage of the Tica Bus was that I could ride it over night and saved money that otherwise probably would have went towards a bed. So in the end, the international bus service saved me a couple dollars. I was also really feeling a good jump coming on, so I went down to Panama City as quick as I could!When it comes down to it, Tica Bus is a good service. As momma of the boarding house says, ¨Tice Bus, que lindo!¨ If the boarding house momma, who is afraid o...

On Adventure and Canals
2008-02-20 23:50:00
On Adventure and CanalsI am going to Panama for real. I have bulked at my direction a couple of times now, but I am sure that I going south. Or so I assume. I never really know where I will end up. But I should be going into San Jose tomorrow to pick up the tickets. I think that I am just going to make Panama City in one clean swoop from San Jose. I have a thing for canals, I grew up on the Erie. Maybe I will go to the Panama Canal and write home about it. Canals, canals, canals I do not really know why I like them so much. My attraction to them is very ingrained in my childhood. When ever I would go out looking for mischief on my bicycle when I was a kid I would always ride down the Erie Canal. My first adventures happened right on the banks of that waterway. The canal was freedom. The canal was a direct route to the far away. The direct route to excitement. I can remember my adventures on the Erie canal very vividly. I am reliving them as I write this:I touched my first pair of bo...

Kelty Redwing Backpack
2008-02-19 23:31:00
Kelty Redwing Backpack The backpack that I use for traveling is a Kelty Redwing that has a carrying capacity of 2650 cc. I must proclaim that this bag has been the best that I have ever traveled with . . . and I have tangoed with many different kinds of bags while tramping down the Open Road.From a full on “backpacker’s” backpack to a ratty old hand-made leather satchel, I have tried out, used, and discarded dozens of different kinds of traveling bags. Some bags hung from the shoulders, some from my hands, and some just rode on my back like a turtle’s shell. Through trying out all of these various designs, I have returned to these obvious seeming conclusions: 1. The back is the best place to carry the bulk of my load.2. The standard hiker’s backpack design with a think waist strap, stiff, well-contoured frame, and padded straps, is most suited for handling this load.3. The bag should be as small as possible. If I wish to travel efficiently I need a backpack that is only a l...

Guatemala Civil War Story
2008-02-19 21:27:00
Guatemala Civil War Story To read the article that I just wrote about the story of a Guatemalan refugee who fled her war torn country to Costa Rica please follow this link, Guatemala 1980. From the article:"She spoke with a biting sincerity and curtness that were moving far beyond her words alone. She was a survivor, having witnessed the sharp end of life first hand. Now a professor at Long Island University’s Global College in Costa Rica, the woman who I will refer to only as La Profesora, once walked a teetering line between life and death.Guatemala, 1980: The earth is scorched bare, smoldering ashes still burn hot upon what was once a vibrant village, and humanity turns an ill face away from the reign of terror that has spread over the land. 440 Indigenous villages have been razed to the ground, their inhabitants either killed or moved into internment camps; Guatemala City has become a war-zone, and the military police work with a precision the S.S. would be proud of. Guatemala ...
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Boots or Hearts
2008-02-19 20:47:00
Boots or Hearts Boots or Hearts- this is what Erik the Pilot told me. I sometimes loath writing about the lull points in travel when the romance of the Open Road begins to run around to the lee side of the island; when I find myself hitting the occasional wall and looking around in an attempt to find another way out. Whatever these Costa Rican days may seem to a reader, rest assured that I am still going through these days with a smile on my face. Writing is a way to take the world in close and then push it all away, unscathed, untethered, and with a big ol smile. I would think that it would be silly for my to only write about the high times of travel, when I am facing the wind and riding the rolling waves of freewill and intuition. But this is the stuff for the tourist magazines that are stuffed in the airplane seat pouches; the kind of writing that is meant to only be a bridge from advertisement to advertisement. Somebody would have to pay me a little more money to paste a false s...
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Walking on up the Mountain
2008-02-18 20:26:00
Walking on up the Mountain I woke up on Sunday morning with the feeling that I needed to move. I still did not want to go to Panama City. I did not want to go to any city. I am a nature boy. I grew up in the sticks of back country USA. I get weird when I am not in the countryside. I begin choosing work over walking. When this happens, I know it is time to split.So I walked up into the hills and got far, far away from Heredia, San Jose, and all the junk and jive that goes on down below. Once high up a mountain the feces, spite, and pettiness of civilization disappears. To get to where humanity flourishes you must go up. Up, up, up to the mountains. The higher the altitude the purer the person. I had to refresh myself. Too much time in the cities of Asia and Central America have dulled my senses to the life that flows freely all aroud me. I had become tempered, in a way. Today I struck out to the hills and ended up in the clouds. A cloud forest that reaches high up into the sky above t...
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I Win and 300 Song of the Open Road Posts
2008-02-15 22:11:00
I win and 300 Song of the Open Road Posts I win: So a friend of mine was searching the internet because she wanted to travel to Monte de la Cruz in Costa Rica and she came upon a webpage that gave her directions on how to get there. She went through the page and took notes. The page had pictures of where she should get off the bus and where to catch the bus. It also had odd directions about walking past cows. When she finished taking notes and got down to the bottom of the page she read the following:"Wade from Song of the Open Road Travel Blog"She then realized that she knew the guy that wrote the page.It was me.So she jumped up and down and got all excited and came to tell me. I then jumped up and down and got all excited. Vagabond Fieldnotes.com! was used!This was the page: How to get to Monte de la Cruz This is also post number 300 on Song of the Open Road.I thought that I would celebrate it on a victory note.Thanks to all of you for reading, and, as ever:Walk Slow,Wade from Vaga...

Rest and Relaxation in Costa Rica
2008-02-15 21:57:00
Rest and Relaxation in Costa Rica I put off going to Panama for a couple of days. I need to figure out what is going on with the archaeology project at Copan in Honduras before I go running off. I also need to finish writing an article. So I found a smile and am just sitting in the sun, taking it easy in Costa Rica. It is not a bad place to take it easy in.I had to slow down a little bit, get in tune with the time of the tropics. In the tropics everything moves a little slower. I tend to move quickly, so I quickly tire here. The tropical sun is not the place for rash action.Sit down, rest a while, take my shirt off. Write at leisure and stop thinking about websites, magazine editors are not coming to get me. Vagabond Journey will grow on its own volition. I just need to sit back and watch it all happen.Take that no good feeling and shove it under something heavy and gross. No need to do anything in the tropics, just watch how the sun shines off of the palm leaves and other pretty thi...
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No Good Feeling Here
2008-02-15 17:39:00
No Good Feeling HereI caught a bus into San Jose today because I was on my to Panama. I arrived in the city and began looking for the Tica Bus station. I had a folded square of paper in my hand that had Torre Mercedes written upon it. The Tica Bus station was two blocks north and one block west of this tower.But upon arrival in San Jose, after sitting in a slow local bus that stopped every half minute to pick up every straggler a touch too lazy to walk to the nearest bus stop, I realized that I did not feel like searching for some tower. I did not even feel like going to Panama. I walked the streets of San Jose for a few minutes pondering why I did not feel like going to Panama, I bought something to drink, I walked around some more. I could not figure out why I had this feeling. I soon remembered that I need to get an article into a magazine that will pay me fifty dollars for my labor. I need fifty dollars. So instead of finding the Mercedes Tower, the Tica Bus station, and Panama,...
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Speak Badly About the USA
2008-02-14 16:26:00
Speak Badly About The USAI am in Latin America. Many of the people here blame the USA for the perceived state of decay that their countries are in. To a large extent, they are correct. In what seems like an attempt to even up the ante, many people try to force me into conversations in which I am expected to speak badly about my country. I am from the USA. I have only paid 36 cents of federal tax in my lifetime. I do not waste my time voting. I am not responsible for any action of the US government, past or present. I will not accept any blame, or feel guilty. I also will not speak badly of my country. Any place in the world within the grasp of governmental control is under the sway of tyranny. I do not believe that there are good or bad governments. But there are ones who have more power and ones that have less. The USA is powerful. The USA exerts that power. Any country, empire, or kingdom with power has done this, it is nothing new. Powerful countries attack those of lesser might....
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First 200 Visitor Day
2008-02-14 16:15:00
First 200 Visitor DayI was becoming a little down by the lack of growth in my Site Meter reports these past couple of days. I have had my head down working hard on my sites for the past month, and the fruits from my labors were becoming rather dubious and stale. It was to the point that declared that I would not ever look at my Site Meter again! Then I peaked . . . and found that I had my first 200 visitor day yesterday. I smiled. It feels good when hard work begins to show results. Although 200 visitors in a day is not too many, I know that it is a beginning. I take my 200 visitors happily. Wade from Vagabond Journey.comHeredia, Costa RicaFebruary 14, 2008 Eight years of round the world vagabond travel. Wade from Vagabond Journey.com

Traveling with a Computer Girlfriend
2008-02-13 21:54:00
Traveling with a Computer Girlfriend “Old Faithful,” my big rock of a Dell laptop, has served me well through the toughest stretches of travel these past two years. But I have began to notice something: traveling with a computer makes me a vastly more cautious traveler, as the extent that my activities and travel methods are limited by Old Faithful’s inherently delicate construction. My computer has become a friend of sorts. I sure enough hang out with it enough to be a friend. “Old Faithful,” is what I call her. And like a friend, I must watch out for her when out on the Road, as: Old Faithful cannot be out in the rain. Old Faithful can not be knocked around, kicked, or dropped.I harbor reservations about sitting on Old Faithful.I do not like being separated from Old Faithful’s company, so I do not allow her to ride in the steerage of a bus, train, or plane.I am also a little bit jealous when it comes to other suitors pursuing Old Faithful, so I keep her hidden at al...
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Thinking of Panama
2008-02-13 18:05:00
Thinking of Panama I have three weeks before I begin the archaeology project at Copan in Honduras. The ebb and flow of my relationship with Mira is becoming a little strained. I am a little worn out of Costa Rica. She has commitments here. I don’t. Every morning is beginning with a scold, every night a flicker of an argument. Maybe we need to walk our own paths for a week. Maybe we need to come back together a little fresh. I have also been working far too much here. I have a free internet connection and I am taking full advantage of it. Maybe I am taking too much advantage of it. I flipped Vagabond Journey.com upside down and now it is beginning to resemble a real website. I am worn out from this exertion. Too much time in front of a computer screen makes me a little quirky. Makes me feel a little less human. But I am happy working, though I know that all things can be taken to excess.I am thinking about going down to Panama, look at the canal, pee in it maybe, then come on back t...
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Like a Rolling Stone
2008-02-12 20:09:00
Like a Rolling Stone Like a rolling stone the Vagabond Journey site has taken off down a long, steep hill. I have the site’s skeleton, its basic structure up now-take a look. I think I like it. Well, for now. Andy is right, websites are very much like traveling: you start moving in one direction just to stop short, look around, and then take off in another. Right now, I like where Vagabond Journey is going. I have made the basic structure, and have it up and running. At the top of the index page are my coordinates- it says where I am. There is a CIA Factbook map of the country that I am in along with a little note below that says where I am going. Underneath of the travel photos bar there is a sub index of the personal sections of the website. This is where I have pages for my travel articles, Vagabond Fieldnotes travel guide, the Travel Inspiration Well, Countries Traveled, work for magazines and other websites, as well as the section of the site for the Vagabond Journey monthly t...
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Fired from Archaeology Job
2008-02-12 18:23:00
Fired from Archaeology JobI just got fired from my archaeology job in Nicaragua. I suspect that the grad student who I was to be working really does not have anything going on. This is my suspicion. Oh well. Mira received this email letting us know that our “help is appreciated but not needed.” ----------------------------------------- ------------The email:Hey Mira and Wade,It sounds like things are really working out for you, I'm glad to hear it. Unfortunately right now the time frame I am working in is giving me a crunch. I appreciate that both of you want to help me, but at this point our different time frames don't seem to be matching up. Things are going well for me now and I have all the help that I need. So good luck with your travels, interviews and schooling. If you find yourselves in a situation where you need something feel free to call on me--even though your help is appreciated, your help isn't needed. Take care.------------------------------------ ---------------...
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Trouble at the Boarding House
2008-02-12 17:21:00
Trouble at the Boarding House I took a room in a Costa Rican boarding house that I can stay at whenever I am in Barva. I pay $6 a day for a bed and two huge, delicious Costa Rican meals cooked by a good ol Tica Momma. I am also not charged for the days when I am out traveling. As Mira and I are still arranging our archaeology fieldwork at Copan, we need a temporary base to work from so that we can regularly check emails and receive phone calls. This boarding house option was a great way out of having to pay $20 a night for a crappy hotel room. The lady who runs this takes care of all of my needs. She cooks for me, does my laundry, tells me jokes, and picks on my because she sometimes does not think that I know what she is talking about. I like pretending that I do not understand Spanish. For $6 a day, I can not beat this. It makes up for the $17 I must spend a day to travel around Costa Rica on the weekends. The boarding house provides a home to three electricity students, a husband,...

Going to Nicaragua
2008-02-11 23:53:00
Going to Nicaragua I am standing on the verge of leaving another country. I am happy. I am very ready to leave Costa Rica. The Nicaraguans are dangerous I was told so many times here that I figure I may as well go to Nicaragua.I also have work there. I really like having projects to do while traveling. I think it makes my life seem a little more regular, although I know it is a life less normal. I think that my mind is over active, I need projects to channel this over activity or else I would end up in the middle of Antarctica. If I did not have projects, I know that I would be lost somewhere in Antarctica. This website venture has been the biggest project that I have undertaken since the collecting of hockey cards when I was young. All day long I would sort, organize, and check the values of my hockey cards just to come up with some new organizational scheme and do it all over again the next day.I think Vagabond Journey.com is very similar to my hockey card collection. Mira looked a...

Dreaming of Cameroon
2008-02-09 22:15:00
Dreaming of Cameroon I have always had a deep interest in Cameroon. I don’t know why. I know nothing about Cameroon. I think I just like the sound of it: Cam-e-roon. It sounds wild to me. When I was a kid, Erik the Pilot and I would play a Nintendo World Cup soccer game where you could run players over and kill them with slide tackles. There was a team from Cameroon on this game, and one of us would always pick it so that we could make jokes in African accents. It never occurred to me that Cameroon was a real place, and that I could go there. Cameroon just meant far away. I liked the sound of that. Then, when I got a little older, I realized that I had no idea where Cameroon was, I just knew it was in Africa, and that it was way different than where I lived on a farm in Upstate New York. One day, I decided to find it on the large National Geographic world map that hung above my bed. There it was. On the map. Cameroon then became real to me. I still do not know anything about Camero...
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To the Beach in Costa Rica
2008-02-08 23:44:00
To the Beach in Costa Rica I was told how wonderful the beaches are in Costa Rica. I am not a beach person. I love walking coastlines, but my idea of a good coast has jagged rocks, cold wind, and cloudy, deep purple skies. Patagonia is my idea environment. I am a northern boy, I am from a land that has 250 cloudy days a year. I like to wear coats.I know that I am an oddity amongst other travelers in the profession. The belt of the tropics that girdles the earth is where one SHOULD travel. You can sleep outside without going numb. You can strip down to the waste and comfortably lay in the shade and “do nothing other than fling monkeys at the coconuts,” as Haliburton would say. In point, you do not have to worry about freezing to death in the tropics. You do not need to carry a bag full of warm clothes. You don’t really need anything to travel in the tropics, except maybe a good brimmed hat, an iron resilience to heat and sun, and a sturdy set of walking legs. I know this, but my...

Like an Old Turd
2008-02-08 20:43:00
Like an Old Turd You never know how much you love someone until they are suppose to meet back up with you in five minutes and you don’t know if they will show. This is a funny feeling. I have been feeling it a lot with Mira these past weeks. Maybe she is out partying and having fun. Maybe I am sitting here writing like an old turd. Am I really such an old turd?Girlfriends make me feel like a turd. Wade from Vagabond Journey.comHeredia, Costa RicaFebruary 8, 2007To subscribe to the Vagabond Journey Newsletter send a blank email to VagabondJourney-subscribe@topica.comEight years of round the world vagabond travel. Wade from Vagabond Journey.com