It ain’t heavy, it’s his duffel. Someone should write a folk song about that.
Sent from my iPhone > On Jun 16, 2019, at 6:40 PM, Charles Loving <lovingi...@gmail.com> wrote: > > 100 pounds in a duffle is amazing. I didn't take a 100 pounds for three weeks > in Costa Rica. I travel with an ancient back pack. I take extra shorts, a > pair of pants, underwear, two or three t-shirts, a shirt, a jacket, a > flashlight (teeny) some socks, and toilet articles, a knife, all which > weighs maybe 25 pounds. I wear my all purpose shoes, pants, longsleve shirt, > Bil Bell belt, and a gimme hat. Travel light. Oh, and a book or two. No cell > phone or computer. I used to ride the bus at one time. Going from Austin to > Matehuala was real easy on the Tornado Bus, about twenty bucks. The five > bucks to ride in the back of a pick up to Real de Catorce. I did it that way > cause it was fun. > >> On Sun, Jun 16, 2019 at 8:17 AM David <dlocklea...@gmail.com> wrote: >> From David Locklear >> >> My Craigslist chauffeur lived up to his end of the deal. >> >> I had no idea what to expect, but was assuming Dr. Lecter. He >> arranged to meet Saturday morning for breakfast at his cheap hotel >> in southwest Houston. I was not going to pry into his agenda, >> and told him I would be there. This location allowed me to leave >> the Sequoia at my apartment. I wasted an hour trying to find a ride, >> to his hotel, and then tried to bum a ride off my neighbors. In hindsight, >> I should have just walked a 1/4 mile to the bus stop, as the bus allegedly >> runs every 30 minutes on Saturday. ( I had only rode it once before a long >> time ago, and lacked the time to study the bus routes ). >> >> Anyways, my duffle-bag back weighed 100 lbs, and only had a shoulder strap, >> and I was wearing >> flip-flops. I was drenching in sweat by the time the bus arrived. >> The bus >> dropped me off a mile from his hotel and I had to walk it Mixtecan-style with >> my duffle-bag on my head. I was in a dangerous part of town to be alone, >> and >> had all my trip funds on me as cash, which is something I would not have done >> had I had time to prepare for the trip. >> >> By the time I got to his hotel, I was an hour late, but he didn't seem to >> mind. I was >> drenching in sweat, and exhausted when I met him, so that was not a way to >> make >> a good first impression. He let me shower and change clothes, so once >> we got >> on the road, I felt better. >> >> To my surprise, my first impression of my new Craigslist chauffeur was not >> Dr. Lecter, >> but instead Mr. Wan Kuok-koi, leader >> of the 14K Triad syndicate in China. But that seemed better than what I >> was >> assuming he would be. He had already finished breakfast, but let >> me eat while he packed up his room. He drove non-stop to Texarkana, and >> I took >> over and drove non-stop to Nashville. There I convinced him to drive me >> to Cookeville >> and get a motel and we would split it, even though Nashville and Cookeville >> were off his >> main route of travel to Detroit. All in all that, cost me $ 175, money >> I really should have >> spent going to the dentist. >> >> We made the trip in a new Chevy Equinox. It had integrated into the >> side-mirrors a tiny >> yellow symbol to warn you of a car in your blind spot. That feature >> would be worthless in >> Houston, as you always have a car in your blind-spot, and so the light would >> be very >> annoying. You would have to cover it with black tape. >> >> My Craigslist chauffeur, claimed his name was Barry. He listened to that >> confounded National >> Propaganda Radio, for 15 hours, driving me fr*ckin nuts. He hardly >> uttered a single word for 15 hours, even though he >> spoke perfect English. ( He claimed he was originally from Maine and had >> been in the Coast Guard >> briefly ) I tried my best to find a topic we could converse, but he was >> either an introvert or an >> underworld fugitive, or there was a remote chance he figured I was crazy as >> a loon, or most likely all >> three of those. >> >> I am now in Room 301, Sunday morning. I plan to sleep until noon, if the >> hotel will let me. >> >> I have no idea what I am going to do this afternoon. I really don't have >> the funds to be up here, and I really >> have a ton of chores waiting on me back in Houston. I have not been >> able to find a ride home >> yet, but there is a shuttle bus back to Nashville. I assume I won't have >> to hard of a problem getting >> back to Nashville. >> >> I will likely only purchase a 1-Day Pass for the NSS Convention. Maybe a >> 2-Day Pass. >> >> I am going to pretend for the next 24 hours that I am on my summer vacation, >> but after that, I have to face >> my reality, and start pondering how to get back to my apartment, so that I >> can get back to work. >> >> P.S. The pool is broken at The Quality Inn, and the breakfast is lame. >> _______________________________________________ >> Texascavers mailing list | http://texascavers.com >> Texascavers@texascavers.com | Archives: >> http://www.mail-archive.com/texascavers@texascavers.com/ >> http://lists.texascavers.com/listinfo/texascavers > > > -- > Charlie Loving > _______________________________________________ > Texascavers mailing list | http://texascavers.com > Texascavers@texascavers.com | Archives: > http://www.mail-archive.com/texascavers@texascavers.com/ > http://lists.texascavers.com/listinfo/texascavers
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