So things have been a little rushed lately, my last blog post was miserable in length and detail...but this is for of course good reason. The lack of sleep, the need to ride and cover as much ground as fast as we can, and the whole hurried nature of sitting around doing nothing (but of course posting is anything but nothing, bah who am I kidding it's definitely hard to find the time) make it so hard to reflect on what has happened. In fact, everytime I even think of the date or the day I get all jumbled. There's two things I can tell you right now (because 8.1 percent tall can energy beer kills more brain cells than a Vodka and Redbull shot anyday), we are one day behind already, but I am one day up in cash savings. See I take out roughly enough for 50.00 USD a day, right now I have about 60-some dollars in my wallet: good news. This is because of recent events and the story of our adventure...so let us backtrack a little...
First a picture
|Yeah., mistake number one|
|Field of dreams?|
So we packed up that morning and head off towards Houma, LA. After stopping and grabbing a bunch of stuff we needed, because there's ALWAYS something else you need along the way, we passed through a lot of the marshlands that make up the Cajun side of Louisiana. We're cheap, so we camp when we get the chance. Sure, it's cold, but it seemed alright to do so...until the sun set. We were running out of options and picked a spot in a rice field/ swamp / marsh / nasty place. Luckily no one bothered us...but the creepy clown noises in the middle of the night, oh and a coyote and some weird birds. No harm done, other than the extremely cold night we weren't expecting and maybe 4 hours of sleep. You gotta remember too, this is January, in LA the sun sets at 5:30 and is up at about 6:30. That's over 12 hours of sitting in a freezing cold tent trying to either stay warm or sleep. Alright...enough complaining about the damn cold, its our faults for even going that route.
|Ok, a little blurry, I'm practicing, this is still the States...|
|It's amazing the difference an SLR will make though|
The next morning, bright and early, we got a quick start and headed for Galveston along the coast.
|Almost a perfect reflection|
|Smile Nik, you get to sleep all day while I ride into Lake Charles|
|My lonely solo journey...the first of many I'm sure|
|This is what country folk do for fun..where's your stick young feller?|
|This is what most of the road looks like (well this bridge was the only change for almost 100 miles)|
Although we slept better, the night was seriously 2 degrees celcius. An arctic wind they say blew in, and boy we felt it...We woke up to find horses all around us ahah and the goddamn roosters at 5:30 am. We packed it in and headed off for Corpus Christi.
|Sun set over the Cameron ferry, if you look close, the thing popping out of the water is a dolphin!! So many, yet I never got a perfect shot|
|The ferry almost ran into that Aircraft Carrier, AND SO COLD HERE|
|Right outside our tent|
The morning again started off pretty decent, then Nik started feeling like shit....like terrible shit. I didn't blank that one out, that's how bad it was. We're pretty sure it was some bologna food poisoning, a trick from the locals in southern LA to keep us out of their territory. Long story short, hours upon gruesome hours later or straight driving and stomach pains, past the not so pleasant weather of Corpus Christi, we made it to our present location...Brownsville. We have both decided we could probably live here, there is about a 95/5 percent ratio of Latino's to Caucasians, but the atmosphere, the birds, the weather, the actually really busy hustle and bustle makes this place pretty cool. We're about five minutes from the border now, the next post will be somewhere through Mexico. We plan on getting through it in 4-5 days, we'll see how it goes.
|Nik's terrible morning, part deux.|
|King's Ranch: 60 miles of straight roads and cops everywhere waiting to bust the innocents.|
|Like this for example...except, me thinks this guy isn't innocent if he's got 5 cops after him|
|Our first hotel of the trip, rightly deserved omg we feel so much better, as do our bikes|
|As does my hair...but this is the half done version|