DAY -9: Miami
Posted by Erik Frey Mon, 07 Mar 2005 15:03:00 GMT
While I was looking for boots at a local outdoor store, a short, wife-beater-clad fellow sidled up and offered me $100 in gift cards in exchange for 80 bucks cash. I asked him why he wanted to get rid of the gift cards and he explained that he’d won them in a raffle, but didn’t like the outdoors much. Predictably, I asked him why he didn’t like the outdoors. He smiled, revealing a hearty row of gold, and said, “I guess I’m just so busy, you know, not that much time…” which seemed vague, but hey, I’ve gotten worse responses in the realm of asking complete strangers probing personal questions. I thought it over for a moment, offered the guy 68 dollars for his $100, and we had a deal! I picked up a good pair of Merrel leather boots and various sundries.
I bought this magnificent, beat up old GI alice pack from a military surplus store in Hialeah that I can already tell is going to serve me well. Tomorrow, I’m going to take it over to a cobbler (man, what a life! I visit cobblers!) to see if he can reinforce some of the frame mount points that look a little worn, but otherwise it’s in great shape.
I really wanted to buy my tickets on Friday, but something told me to wait over the weekend. I’d been looking at fares to Jamaica but my heart wasn’t really set on it – all I wanted was a laid back, tropical country that had direct flights to certain places in the Caribbean. One of the countries I’d looked into was Costa Rica, and I really liked what I’d read, but it seemed too far out of the way. Sure enough, in the travel section of the Sunday paper Loye found an ad for round trip airfare to Costa Rica for $130.
Farren sold my car! Not only did she do so with poise and diplomacy (“I am authorized to negotiate”), but she got a really good price for it, too.
I received a full refund for my apartment deposit!
My camera arrives tomorrow!
Everything is coming together.
Cobbler? The pack is not a shoe, Erik.
Merrel! Those be good shoes. That’s what I had in the Grand Canyon. I got those CRAZY blisters, but I don’t think that was the shoe’s fault.
I have often visited the cobbler and eaten him as soon as oven is done with him. In my land, no requirements are there for shoes vis-a-vis “cobbler”. Apples, peaches, cherries, yes. Shoes, no.
#1: Cobblers fix all kinds of stuff! Like shoes, but also wagon wheels, and… uh, axles and things. I’m pretty sure I saw it on Oregon Trail.
#3: It’s amazing what a little tabasco sauce can do.
The only thing I remember from the Oregon Trail was naming the rest of the party after schoolmates and laughing when some jerkface got dysentery and died.
I’m glad to see that you are on your way. I’m still worried about how the bald pate will hold up in the tropics. I noticed you forgot your nifty MMD cap. Oh Well…
Just remember the most important part of exercising free will is to trust the little voice inside that seeks to advise you. The more you listen to that voice inside the more you learn about yourself. When we stop doing that we end up sitting in front of a TV watching reality shows and eating potato chips.
I’ve been taking a conversational Italian course at the Community College the last few weeks. The instructor, a native Italian from Florence, emphasized “Don’t drink the water anywhere.” He only drinks distilled water even in Santa Fe. Sage advise.
From experience, I question the wiseness of an alice pack. From my days in Central America, during the days of Che Guevarra, when a border guard asks you if you are a member of the American military and then at gun point says that he needs your pack to help outfit the Guatemalan army, you quickly end up with an inexpensive jute bag. I had a nice army bag, too. Maybe things are calmer now. Best of luck, may you not meet any ill equiped border guards.
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Merrel! Those be good shoes. That’s what I had in the Grand Canyon. I got those CRAZY blisters, but I don’t think that was the shoe’s fault.
.The only thing I remember from the Oregon Trail was naming the rest of the party after schoolmates and laughing when some jerkface got dysentery and died.3
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.......From experience, I question the wiseness of an alice pack. From my days in Central America, during the days of Che Guevarra, when a border guard asks you if you are a member of the American military and then at gun point says that he needs your pack to help outfit the Guatemalan army, you quickly end up with an inexpensive jute bag. I had a nice army bag, too. Maybe things are calmer now. Best of luck, may you not meet any ill equiped border guards….......
The only thing I remember from the Oregon Trail was naming the rest of the party after schoolmates and laughing when some jerkface got dysentery and died.
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The only thing I remember from the Oregon Trail was naming the rest of the party after schoolmates and laughing when some jerkface got dysentery and died.
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