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  • hardie karges 11:07 pm on October 29, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , vacation rental   

    Vampire Weekend(s), or 5 Reasons to Never Rent your Home to Millennials… 

    Hypertravel Hostel

    Hypertravel Hostel

    I can still smell the after-shave, the cologne, the liquor, old-fashioned Las Vegas casinos (the day after), all the smells that I detest, manliness in a spray-can, just add spray-tan, stirred not shaken and ready for a night on the town, now more than a half day after the group left my house, or should we say: ‘the party’? That’s four days of my life that I’ll never get back.

    Back story: I operate a hostel cum rooming house cum ‘Air BnB’ cum ‘vacation rental’ in Tucson, AZ, aka ‘Hypertravel Hostel’, whatever pays the bills and pads the pocketbook, and lets me live another day without begging on street corners. Problem is that there really are very few travelers down in this neck of the woods except in winter, and even then, more hangers-on-and-around than actual x-country boogiers… (More …)

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    • Esther Fabbricante 11:31 am on October 30, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Wishing you well!

      Esther

  • hardie karges 8:48 pm on October 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    Special Relativity of Tourism 

    Addis Ababa, looking for something

    In Addis Ababa, looking for something; think I’m being shadowed by someone…

    Time travel is the best kind.  You don’t have to move a muscle or start an engine.  You just flip the pages of memory and sit back and enjoy as images pass by on the projection screen of your mind’s eye.  There’s only one drawback; it involves getting old.  So, as with most of life itself, it all works out in the long run; the less you’re able to travel in space, the more you’re able to travel in time.  Don’t laugh at that old guy with spit dribbling down his chin; he’s trucking in his mind.

     
    • Esther Fabbricante 9:53 pm on October 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      My real travel is very limited, but plans are go to Dallas for Thanksgiving (3 days) to see my three great grandchildren (twins I have never seen.)

  • hardie karges 1:27 am on October 22, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: gap year, Guinness, London   

    Fifty-five and Unrepentant, Gap-Year Blues… 

    Me and the Stones

    Me and the Stones

    The World’s Oldest Backpacker hits 55 (countries, years old, states of mind) with no regrets and unrepentant.  That’s the new gap year for us inveterate veteran travelers.  Someone asked, “How long you been travelling?”  Thirty-five years and counting…. Turning fifty-five was just like old times, alone and lonely, abandoned by my friends, walking the streets of London without an umbrella or a prayer.  The rain hovers around me like weak soup, reminding me of why my ancestors left so long ago.  I find solace in a pasty pie and a pint, and glad for it.  All that’s behind me now, older Budweiser, Guinness in my future…

     
  • hardie karges 7:33 pm on October 13, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bipolar syndrome, , Parthenon, redwood   

    To be alone in a sea of strange faces… 

    Playing in the Parthenon

    Playing in the Parthenon

    …is not only natural, not only not dreadful, it’s heavenly, relying on the basic goodness of mankind, unlearning the violence inherent from our fathers’ mistakes. Still the best part of travel is coming home to the nest, complete with mother and son… and sh*tting in it. Sometimes I don’t need to travel; I just need to BE without direction or schedule, an extra in the movie with no lines to read. I need no extra lines on my face to show my age, like some giant redwood lying shattered on the forest floor cut full girth across the grain of resistance, with no quarter-sawed comfy little beds and all their fibers lying smoothly between their teeth. Fibers one and all had their lives cut short, perpendicularly open-ended ready for anything, large or small, objets d’art or mansions in the sky. I need contrast, the constant zigzag between poles, both north and south, bi-polar syndrome…

     
    • jodie 2:20 am on November 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      being….sounds as if you sense the have a sense of the manifestation of duality….I strive for this through silence and solitude…my own mythopoetic space…maybe….symbolism and bullshit…probably…this leads me to answer your question….no Facebook or social media ..I do look at blogs on occasion, which is how I came upon yours… web wilder was a musician playing to university crowds in the early eighties…of no great significance to me other than remembering those four lines.

      jodie

      • hardie karges 2:58 am on November 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Whether real or just apparent, yes, duality is unavoidable, I’d say, call me Gemini. I thought maybe Robert Mann mentioned me to you, since he seems to know you and is one of my few friends here in Tucson. I never knew you had a mythopoetic space, Jodie; I like it… stay in touch…

    • Jodie 6:17 am on November 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Yes I will stop by now and again and stay in touch …, Tell Bird (Robert) I said hello.

      I am curious…was it the beat writers that influenced your choice to be a traveler?

      I have not read any of David Foster Wallace’s work… But I have always admired Camus for his approach to the
      age old question of man’s angst…these questions are seldom asked in philosophy
      these days…and may be meaningless at that …instead we get epistemology and call it philosophy…obviously I am influenced by Rorty…and might be wrong.

      I never knew you to be interested in philosophy Hardie…I was probably stoned and it slipped by me.

      To the depths,
      jodie

  • hardie karges 11:09 pm on October 8, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Customs, Houston, ,   

    You Can’t Fight Customs, c. 1989… 

    Hanging with Juan Lennon in Havana

    Hanging with Juan Lennon in Havana

    The Customs guys in Houston had a little table set up on the ramp to the airplane for the international flight. I’ve never seen anything like that, so ignore it. They flag me over. I’m Mr. Profile, by the way. They have a picture of what the typical bad guy looks like; it’s a picture of me. Hey, can I help it if I’ve got an eccentric flair for fashion? I’ve got carry-on luggage, so immediately I’m suspect. Under US law, if you’re carrying more than $10,000 in ‘monetary instruments’, then you gotta’ report it. No big deal; I know all that. I travel all the time; it’s a way of life. I deal with Customs officials all the time; it’s a way of business. I even do my own Customs brokering, so know the rap. They think I’m trying to be a smart-ass. They want to see all my money, so we do that, counting every penny.

    Back then, ATM’s weren’t so popular, so I had traveler’s checks, plenty of them, since I buy handicrafts. It all added up to about $9,300 or so, well under the limit, or so I thought. Let’s wrap this up and get on with our lives. But no, the guy with the badge is getting excited. He leaves and comes back a few minutes later, telling me to follow him on to the plane. Like a good citizen, I obey. We go into the cockpit, where he informs me he wants to ‘know what that bulge in my pants is’. I sh*t you not. I had to pull down my pants for some pervert with a badge while two pilots and a flight attendant looked on. I guess now I know why it’s called a ‘cockpit’.

     
  • hardie karges 7:49 pm on October 1, 2015 Permalink | Reply  

    THE TOURISTS ARE GETTING RESTLESS 

    Glaciers Calvin in Patagonia

    Glaciers Calving in Patagonia

    Tourism is the great modern gold rush, linking past and present, rich and poor, traditional and modern, in a gradual melting pot of cult and culture. The modern rich get their entertainment by viewing the past as expressed by poor traditional peoples. The only problem is that it puts itself out of business. If successful it changes the very thing that drew tourists in the first place. This is the new colonialism, tourist colonies and sunny beaches, Interzone girls and forty inch screens. The brave new world is a chicken sh*t travesty, a burlesque of the real world, dancing girls included. Entertainment is everything now, the real thing itself, not just what ‘holds us’ between the real things.

     
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