Last week I met a Spanish girl who was raised in France, and now works in Perthe, Australia as a stripper/masseuse, to save money for traveling. She was a wonderful enigma of sorts, full of spark and life. We spent 3 days sailing around a chain of 74 islands. The moon was full throughout that entire trip. No clouds, no rain, just perfect days of snorkeling & wonderful nights of cuddling.
The night we returned to shore, we went to a Brazilian party adjacent to her hostel. Together we owned the dancefloor, like you know I always do. People marveled at our synergy, cheered us on, and gave way for our sexy twirls and twists. We snuck back to her room and broke the damn bunk bed. Despite the crash, we stayed for a bit longer fucking, completely immersed in each another.
I am currently 12 hours away from that beach town. Yesterday, she randomly checked into this new hostel. Last night, after listening to an awesome ensemble of digereedoo and acoutsic guitar, we wandered down to a coastal look-out-point: a jacuzzi-size platform, 40ft above the sand, nestled between palm trees, with a panoramic view of the shoreline. The moon was half crescent.
Her skin is olive brown but the moonlight tinted it mystic blue. I held her tight as we kissed. The town turned off hours before so her almond-shaped eyes reflected every consetellation. Intimate carresses quickly evolved. We became too hot for clothing and carefully, tenderly, we disrobed each other. The warm evening breeze licked softly across our naked skin. The dark ocean backdrop seemed to stretch forever. I covered the rough wooden railing with my shirt; her moist breasts sprung to life as she backed against it. I stared into her hazel eyes as we fucked for 2 beautiful hours, though we transcended time during it all. Her English is elementary at best— her moans were steamy French nothings. People walked in on us twice, but it only turned her more on.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
{11.5} 2nd letter home - Homesick punches my gut
Family,
Tonight I suffer from the most miserable homesickness. I miss you all so much. I miss having you near. I miss the drunk texting and passing out on your couches, or beds. I miss the people whom I truly connected with. I am so open in this letter to you, and it is stunning me. Literally, I feel lost and confused. Why am I writing this? Why do I feel this way? I'm in paradise for gawd sakes. Fuck it hurts.
Indeed Brado & I meet many people, but every friendship ends so quickly, anywhere from 1-3 days. It's always the same. We spend a short amount fo time with a person, or a gorup, and then they're gone. Perhaps I'm too social. I don't know. I connected so deeply with you all. Or at least that's what I felt.
I'm growing tired of this constant heartbreaking. I yearn for you, my family. All these random fucking people. Some swear they're hot shit. Others are cool as ice cream. And with them it's great! We converse and connect and conversation forms high and flows powerfully and smoothly and rockets foreward full of energy and intrigue. As perfect strangers we smile passionately. Our banter deeply plunges into substance and it's delightful.
And then, with equal grace it dissolves. And again you're lonely. Again you seek a social group. I'm at the ridiculous Australian island called Magnetic Island. I swear to gawd I've befriended a third of the people here. Tonight's the 3rd night and I know it's our last and I'm fucking hurt again. What's the point?
Nobody we've met is nearly as fun or happy or cool as any of you. And the damn Canadians. Bunch of wankers. It's funny, many Canadians travel but few Americans do. So locals naturally think I'm Canadian. Then I tell them I'm not and they apologize. They tell me when Canadians are called American it pisses them off. WHAT THE FUCK! Before I noticed that trend of comments, I gave all Canadians a chance like the bubbly Minx you all know. And I've met only 4 cool ones (we've met countless in total). The rest either just suck or are ASSHOLES. Damn I'm in a bad mood. Sorry to send another depressing letter. You're the only one's I've told this to, like the whole lonely thing and all. I see your faces through everyday. My heart cramps when I do.
I know this is a fucking gnarly experience and I'm so lucky and blah blah blah, and at the end I'll be all strong 'n' shit. But fuck that. Right now, in this gawd damn bunk bed, in this gawd damn cabin, on this gawd damn island, my heart aches. That's where the pain is—my heart.
I'm sure I'll get over this, and be better off when I do. But right now it hurts. Damn it. Please come meet up with us. And I don't say that because I need you here. I don't, though I'd like it. Really, I love you all and want you to travel and see the world. This really is cool. Gawd I'm a mess. I miss how Laurie felt in my arms.
Sometimes a bunch of stuff goes around in your head and you can't stop it. So you write it down and it feels better. I feel better. Thanks. Good talk haha.
I'm gonna smoke a cig and sleep. Write the second half of this crazy fucking letter when the sun shines again.
Oh! Before I drift off to dreamland, I must quickly remark how much I appreciate every comment and email and message. I see you speaking when I read them. I hear you when I read them. They're like little hugs and keep me going. Fuckin love you.
Tonight I suffer from the most miserable homesickness. I miss you all so much. I miss having you near. I miss the drunk texting and passing out on your couches, or beds. I miss the people whom I truly connected with. I am so open in this letter to you, and it is stunning me. Literally, I feel lost and confused. Why am I writing this? Why do I feel this way? I'm in paradise for gawd sakes. Fuck it hurts.
Indeed Brado & I meet many people, but every friendship ends so quickly, anywhere from 1-3 days. It's always the same. We spend a short amount fo time with a person, or a gorup, and then they're gone. Perhaps I'm too social. I don't know. I connected so deeply with you all. Or at least that's what I felt.
I'm growing tired of this constant heartbreaking. I yearn for you, my family. All these random fucking people. Some swear they're hot shit. Others are cool as ice cream. And with them it's great! We converse and connect and conversation forms high and flows powerfully and smoothly and rockets foreward full of energy and intrigue. As perfect strangers we smile passionately. Our banter deeply plunges into substance and it's delightful.
And then, with equal grace it dissolves. And again you're lonely. Again you seek a social group. I'm at the ridiculous Australian island called Magnetic Island. I swear to gawd I've befriended a third of the people here. Tonight's the 3rd night and I know it's our last and I'm fucking hurt again. What's the point?
Nobody we've met is nearly as fun or happy or cool as any of you. And the damn Canadians. Bunch of wankers. It's funny, many Canadians travel but few Americans do. So locals naturally think I'm Canadian. Then I tell them I'm not and they apologize. They tell me when Canadians are called American it pisses them off. WHAT THE FUCK! Before I noticed that trend of comments, I gave all Canadians a chance like the bubbly Minx you all know. And I've met only 4 cool ones (we've met countless in total). The rest either just suck or are ASSHOLES. Damn I'm in a bad mood. Sorry to send another depressing letter. You're the only one's I've told this to, like the whole lonely thing and all. I see your faces through everyday. My heart cramps when I do.
I know this is a fucking gnarly experience and I'm so lucky and blah blah blah, and at the end I'll be all strong 'n' shit. But fuck that. Right now, in this gawd damn bunk bed, in this gawd damn cabin, on this gawd damn island, my heart aches. That's where the pain is—my heart.
I'm sure I'll get over this, and be better off when I do. But right now it hurts. Damn it. Please come meet up with us. And I don't say that because I need you here. I don't, though I'd like it. Really, I love you all and want you to travel and see the world. This really is cool. Gawd I'm a mess. I miss how Laurie felt in my arms.
Sometimes a bunch of stuff goes around in your head and you can't stop it. So you write it down and it feels better. I feel better. Thanks. Good talk haha.
I'm gonna smoke a cig and sleep. Write the second half of this crazy fucking letter when the sun shines again.
Oh! Before I drift off to dreamland, I must quickly remark how much I appreciate every comment and email and message. I see you speaking when I read them. I hear you when I read them. They're like little hugs and keep me going. Fuckin love you.
HAHA some X-Ratedness huh?
Well, English is the International language and every foreign girl loves to practice on us. It's a fuckin joke babe. Sweden must be the happiest place on earth because every super hot girl we meet is from there. Their broken English is almost more enchanting than their perfect skin and blissful eyes. The vast majority come from small towns, so they're down to earth, open, and happy in a natural way; their voices are kind and smooth; their personalities are just plain cool. Their language is intriguing. I'm now ardently looking for a lame Swedish girl because I don't think she exists. Sorta glad our group left us, I was starting to fall for one of 'em. She was amazing in all sorts of ways.
Throughout our RV tour, her and I never got serious. She was sick most of the time, and privacy is sort of a challenge when you're living in a car with 5 other people. In retrospect, we should of just found a spot outside but whatever.
*sidenote: Hostels are big dormatories. Each room sleeps anywhere from 4 – 28 people in bunks. In addition, many hostels have single suites available for a considerable spike in price.
In Auckland, the night before she left, I upgraded to a single suite for us. I checked it out that afternoon. It was porn status. Top floor with a big window; the view was an old brick wall, but it was raining all day and night so I knew we'd have a beautiful soundtrack. The ensuite bathroom (which is a HUGE luxury in budget travel) was just one big room. No shower curtains or anything, just a shower faucet on the wall. The mere sight of that shower was a turn on, as if there was a neon red sign over it commanding “Fuck Here.” The bed was also a joke. King size with a twin size bunk above the head, providing bars and supports for all sorts of crazy positions. I just fell onto the bed and laughed for about 10 minutes.
That evening, our group went out to dinner and raged at an electro club. At midnight, I whispered to her that I upgraded my room. She grew excited and we jumped into a cab. Rushing to the room was like those scenes in romance movies when a couple blasts though the door kissing and banging into things and knocking stuff over. In got powerful in the elevator. We arrived at the top floor and bolted to the room like lovers. I spun her around at the entrance. Our tounges melted into one. I grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head, gently pressing them against the warm red door. Her hips began to girate. I nibbled her neck as I swiped the key card. We stumbled onto the bed and our clothes blew off. The rain was playing it's sweet sweet song.
Wow, so that was my first time writing sensual stuff. I'm blushing, sorta chuckling to myself.
Throughout our RV tour, her and I never got serious. She was sick most of the time, and privacy is sort of a challenge when you're living in a car with 5 other people. In retrospect, we should of just found a spot outside but whatever.
*sidenote: Hostels are big dormatories. Each room sleeps anywhere from 4 – 28 people in bunks. In addition, many hostels have single suites available for a considerable spike in price.
In Auckland, the night before she left, I upgraded to a single suite for us. I checked it out that afternoon. It was porn status. Top floor with a big window; the view was an old brick wall, but it was raining all day and night so I knew we'd have a beautiful soundtrack. The ensuite bathroom (which is a HUGE luxury in budget travel) was just one big room. No shower curtains or anything, just a shower faucet on the wall. The mere sight of that shower was a turn on, as if there was a neon red sign over it commanding “Fuck Here.” The bed was also a joke. King size with a twin size bunk above the head, providing bars and supports for all sorts of crazy positions. I just fell onto the bed and laughed for about 10 minutes.
That evening, our group went out to dinner and raged at an electro club. At midnight, I whispered to her that I upgraded my room. She grew excited and we jumped into a cab. Rushing to the room was like those scenes in romance movies when a couple blasts though the door kissing and banging into things and knocking stuff over. In got powerful in the elevator. We arrived at the top floor and bolted to the room like lovers. I spun her around at the entrance. Our tounges melted into one. I grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head, gently pressing them against the warm red door. Her hips began to girate. I nibbled her neck as I swiped the key card. We stumbled onto the bed and our clothes blew off. The rain was playing it's sweet sweet song.
Wow, so that was my first time writing sensual stuff. I'm blushing, sorta chuckling to myself.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
{10.20.08 ; Day 23} In the NZ countryside, evaluating life
Something that's been on my mind is the futility of gossip, pessimism, and destructive criticism. These concepts manifest themselves in my day-to-day living. I often find myself judging people. Criticising people. I do not see people for their soul and spirit as much as I'd like. Indeed, beautiful and fit people have a certain air to them. A certain confidence and pleasant vibe. The comfort in this habitual judgment is wasteful. Appearances are not beautiful, spirits are, hearts are.
See things through the mind's eye and recognize how wondrous and awesome the world is, fore, there is incredible beauty everywhere. With a keen mind's eye, one notices and appreciates the magnificence all around them. One recognizes the glorious life and beauty surrounding them.
Bright trees, curious birds, swimming children, brilliant flowers, warm sheets, a good book, thoughts, theories, voices, fluid gestures, sexy walks, sensual eyelashes, the curvature of lips, the sweet sound of laughter, the warmness of a sincere smile, the passion burning in one's eyes, the energy of someone, the bliss and comfort of a hug, another person mirroring your behavior, the feeling of another's skin, the pleasure one finds in whatever fuels their heart—the beauty of life. Hues in a field, a mother nuturing it's kin, the beauty all around us. A warm breeze and a cold wind—reminders of life. The sound of leaves rustling.
See things from your third eye and open your heart to the world. Embrace the love within yourself and the deep passions in others. Find comfort and solitude all around. When alone in nature, you are amidst God—the infinite love and energy of the universe. Soak that in. Exist in it. Sip and savor it, paying special attention to it's sweet everlasting aftertaste.
With your eyes tightly closed, open your eyes, open your mind, open your soul, open your heart, and breath in the omnipresent positive reassuring and comforting energy. You are never alone. There are only opportunites for you to connect with other parts of life. Realize your essence.
See things through the mind's eye and recognize how wondrous and awesome the world is, fore, there is incredible beauty everywhere. With a keen mind's eye, one notices and appreciates the magnificence all around them. One recognizes the glorious life and beauty surrounding them.
Bright trees, curious birds, swimming children, brilliant flowers, warm sheets, a good book, thoughts, theories, voices, fluid gestures, sexy walks, sensual eyelashes, the curvature of lips, the sweet sound of laughter, the warmness of a sincere smile, the passion burning in one's eyes, the energy of someone, the bliss and comfort of a hug, another person mirroring your behavior, the feeling of another's skin, the pleasure one finds in whatever fuels their heart—the beauty of life. Hues in a field, a mother nuturing it's kin, the beauty all around us. A warm breeze and a cold wind—reminders of life. The sound of leaves rustling.
See things from your third eye and open your heart to the world. Embrace the love within yourself and the deep passions in others. Find comfort and solitude all around. When alone in nature, you are amidst God—the infinite love and energy of the universe. Soak that in. Exist in it. Sip and savor it, paying special attention to it's sweet everlasting aftertaste.
With your eyes tightly closed, open your eyes, open your mind, open your soul, open your heart, and breath in the omnipresent positive reassuring and comforting energy. You are never alone. There are only opportunites for you to connect with other parts of life. Realize your essence.
{10.11.08 Day 14} 1st letter home – A Love Lament
The Crew!!
So we haven't posted anything to the blog for a while, and by the time you read this, we will have most likely already done so. But I want to be sure you all know everything. At the moment I am slightly hungover and riding in a massive RV to some random town on the New Zealand North Island. Tomorrow we take a ferry to the South Island. So, please excuse the sloppy writing and scattered thoughts. But, relative to the latter justification, I feel that unplanned and train-of-thought writing portrays the most accurate depiction of my current state.
Bradon and I befriended 4 Swedish girls on our 3rd night in Auckland. I am going to be completely blunt and open because there are things that I cannot post on the blog. Yet, I must tell; you all are the people I love most in life.
I have become very well aquainted with a girl named Pernilla. She's a life-long gymnast, dancer, and artist... and her eyes contian the universe. While all 4 girls speak and understand English, she is the worst, at speaking it at least. That is largely on account that she spent the past year in Denmark, and thus often has 3 languages floating throughout her mind. We have an extraordinary connection. Spending time with her and soaking in her spirit reminds me of the glee I experienced amongst you all. That said, she evokes a bittersweet bliss. I am having trouble leaving you all behind and enjoying the moments, and I mean that in whole-hearted love for you all.
So, this magic Swedish love affair of mine. Before I delve into that, I must note that Bradon is constantly in a state of awe. I try to discuss my passions, but each time he remarks “Bro, look where you are. I dont give a fuck about girls right now. I'm just enjoying this awesomeness.”... or something along those lines. Oh, and when I say passions, I'm referring to the bittersweet blissfull outpour of intrigue for Pernilla. He does often comment on you all, and how much he wishes you all could be here enjoying the stunning adventures of everyday.
By passions I'm referring solely to Pernilla. It's strange. Had I met her in the states, in my 'SD Living' state of mind, we most certainly would have been involved in one extraordinary way or another. But, given my incredibly 'free-spiritedness', and overwhelming mindset of soaking in the amazement of this adventure, she is falling short. I long to be single again, and have a love-filled selfish will. But she's always there. And I'm enfatuated with her. And, while I deeply love both her spirit and presence, I spent the past 2 years preparing my mind for this.
I suppose I should just include her, and that's what I do, but she's overpowering. Gawd look at me. I frazzled like a schoolboy, and at all times, and in the most beautiful country I've ever seen. Her and I have so much in common. She is currently sitting next to me, massaging my thigh, not sexually, but endearingly. I like her so fucking much. Those thoughts are consuming my mind and I have to get them out.
I think about you all more and more each day. If homesickness does arise, I will be on account of you all, nothing else.
She has a beautiful voice, both for talking and other reasons; she is always humming, or cutely singing 'doo-doo, doo da doo' or something or laughing or smiling... gawd look at me.
I think about Laurie much as well, and those divine thoughts only fuel this bittersweet fire. I wish this letter could have been more exiting for you all, as your massive luster and beautiful hearts deserve so much more than this mere love lament. But as I said before, you all mena so much to me, and we've had so many heart-to-hearts—it was time for another.
The other 3 girls are fantastic as well. Just deep down good people, and the perfect travel companions! Everywhere we go people ask “so where ya'll from?” Brad & I say California, then our 4 blonds say Sweden in their gorgous accents. Then we tell them how we've been traveling in a 6-person Rv together, and their eyes grow and smiles surface or they just laugh. Haha it's the most ridiculous thing ever. These chicks are so cool. I painfully have the sensation of wanting to marry Pernilla. WTF. WTF.
I just took 2 zani-bars to settle down and am beginning to get sleepy, so, hej da (Swedish for good bye). Love you all and miss you like nothing else.
P.S. Im currently exhausted. We went on a wine tour today on bikes... FUCKING BEAUTIFUL! Found 4 baby bunnies, rode hard, it's late, I'm tired, kind wrote this in a daze, from the heart none-the-less :]
So we haven't posted anything to the blog for a while, and by the time you read this, we will have most likely already done so. But I want to be sure you all know everything. At the moment I am slightly hungover and riding in a massive RV to some random town on the New Zealand North Island. Tomorrow we take a ferry to the South Island. So, please excuse the sloppy writing and scattered thoughts. But, relative to the latter justification, I feel that unplanned and train-of-thought writing portrays the most accurate depiction of my current state.
Bradon and I befriended 4 Swedish girls on our 3rd night in Auckland. I am going to be completely blunt and open because there are things that I cannot post on the blog. Yet, I must tell; you all are the people I love most in life.
I have become very well aquainted with a girl named Pernilla. She's a life-long gymnast, dancer, and artist... and her eyes contian the universe. While all 4 girls speak and understand English, she is the worst, at speaking it at least. That is largely on account that she spent the past year in Denmark, and thus often has 3 languages floating throughout her mind. We have an extraordinary connection. Spending time with her and soaking in her spirit reminds me of the glee I experienced amongst you all. That said, she evokes a bittersweet bliss. I am having trouble leaving you all behind and enjoying the moments, and I mean that in whole-hearted love for you all.
So, this magic Swedish love affair of mine. Before I delve into that, I must note that Bradon is constantly in a state of awe. I try to discuss my passions, but each time he remarks “Bro, look where you are. I dont give a fuck about girls right now. I'm just enjoying this awesomeness.”... or something along those lines. Oh, and when I say passions, I'm referring to the bittersweet blissfull outpour of intrigue for Pernilla. He does often comment on you all, and how much he wishes you all could be here enjoying the stunning adventures of everyday.
By passions I'm referring solely to Pernilla. It's strange. Had I met her in the states, in my 'SD Living' state of mind, we most certainly would have been involved in one extraordinary way or another. But, given my incredibly 'free-spiritedness', and overwhelming mindset of soaking in the amazement of this adventure, she is falling short. I long to be single again, and have a love-filled selfish will. But she's always there. And I'm enfatuated with her. And, while I deeply love both her spirit and presence, I spent the past 2 years preparing my mind for this.
I suppose I should just include her, and that's what I do, but she's overpowering. Gawd look at me. I frazzled like a schoolboy, and at all times, and in the most beautiful country I've ever seen. Her and I have so much in common. She is currently sitting next to me, massaging my thigh, not sexually, but endearingly. I like her so fucking much. Those thoughts are consuming my mind and I have to get them out.
I think about you all more and more each day. If homesickness does arise, I will be on account of you all, nothing else.
She has a beautiful voice, both for talking and other reasons; she is always humming, or cutely singing 'doo-doo, doo da doo' or something or laughing or smiling... gawd look at me.
I think about Laurie much as well, and those divine thoughts only fuel this bittersweet fire. I wish this letter could have been more exiting for you all, as your massive luster and beautiful hearts deserve so much more than this mere love lament. But as I said before, you all mena so much to me, and we've had so many heart-to-hearts—it was time for another.
The other 3 girls are fantastic as well. Just deep down good people, and the perfect travel companions! Everywhere we go people ask “so where ya'll from?” Brad & I say California, then our 4 blonds say Sweden in their gorgous accents. Then we tell them how we've been traveling in a 6-person Rv together, and their eyes grow and smiles surface or they just laugh. Haha it's the most ridiculous thing ever. These chicks are so cool. I painfully have the sensation of wanting to marry Pernilla. WTF. WTF.
I just took 2 zani-bars to settle down and am beginning to get sleepy, so, hej da (Swedish for good bye). Love you all and miss you like nothing else.
P.S. Im currently exhausted. We went on a wine tour today on bikes... FUCKING BEAUTIFUL! Found 4 baby bunnies, rode hard, it's late, I'm tired, kind wrote this in a daze, from the heart none-the-less :]
11/25 - Welcome to my head
I think too much. I jot down all my reflections. Many friends from home ask how I am doing. There's so much to say.
We detail our adventures on the main blog. But, there is a mental adventure occuring within me. I'll post that here.
We detail our adventures on the main blog. But, there is a mental adventure occuring within me. I'll post that here.
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