The Weekend Rambler
Always Authentic. Always on its own path.
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Siempre tomo el tren a casa después del trabajo. Es una oportunidad para ver el mundo pasando enfrente del vidrio. Es como estar atrapado en una burbuja de metal, y solo tienes que leer el mundo enfrente de ti. Es un purgatorio de pensamientos, no tienes que pensar en las cosas del trabajo, ni en…
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A bit of backstory: I love writing little stupid Haiku’s with whoever I happen to be traveling with. They’re often quite terrible and crude, but they make me laugh so I hope you enjoy. January 2018. Somewhere in the Dordogne, France Old Stones soaked in wineRise from the Encroaching MistGourmand Perfume Calls Cat on my…
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This is by no means my worst poop story, but it was certainly the scariest.Lost somewhere in Northern Borneo exploring a Sun Bear preserve in the early hours of the morning, nature called and she rang her bell-like a bullhorn. Off to the tropical bathroom I went, sporting my long adventure pants that make the…
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I have an irrational fear of skin walkers. What’s a skin walker, Carter? Sit your mamby pampy pampers down and find out. Skin walkers are ancient spirits or sorcerers that inhabit the bodies the souls of those they steal. They can shape shift, and kind of work in a zombie kind of fashion — as…
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I like to drink and occasionally smoke from time to time: but I can kick these poor habits quite easily if needed. There is, however, one addiction I can not and will not kick: the bitter yerba mate that has filled my veins continually for the past 10 years. Just writing about it now makes…
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