Sade Olutola
JBB: An Artblog!
Game of Thrones Daily
if i look back, i am lost
Janaina Medeiros
No title available
oozey mess
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
macklin celebrini has autism
Not today Justin
Cosimo Galluzzi
Discoholic 🪩
todays bird
tannertan36
styofa doing anything
we're not kids anymore.
Claire Keane
Sweet Seals For You, Always
d e v o n
NASA
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Switzerland
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Morocco
seen from Brazil
@anniemariehowe
We are finally ending the sea lion yearling season. Every one hates on #seaworld but every time we come across a sick or injured pinniped those guys are all about rescuing them, caring for them setting them free (and no, they are not feeding them to the Orcas). If you see one on the beach give some space! They enjoy hanging on the sand, and they do not need half of your tuna sandwich.
In the zone
Exploring 3 dimensional space in the #kelpforest at #swamis #girlswhofreedive #apnea photo by @its_bubba_to_you
Sometimes its better to go without a plan. Take a risk, pull off the highway, and wake up #somewhereinbaja
You don’t have to do much research into food security before you will come across the figure of 9 billion people to feed by 2050. The recurring question is how do we manage it when we are already failing 1 in 7 people who go to bed hungry every night.
If you listen to some experts you might...
Food for thought and consideration
at sharpie pen diary
Got my garden frock for the wedding!
Mmm ostrich egg...
Margret River Rainbow
30 hours: one 65 lb board bag, 2 flights, and a few hours of driving. Lots of asians. Bear grillz, the office and free wine. I am in oz!
Border
It is strange being back on this side of the boarder. The colors are different, the smells are different, and the language is different.The cars drive double the speed, and there are so many more people. Winter water temperatures are real. I will miss the comforts of less possessions and small living space. The unpacking process: the end of one adventure marks the beginning of another.
Dove on the way home one last time and Christian speared the big one!
fish for days
Grocery Shopping in Mexico
Christian and I have never spent this much time together. We have been attached at the hip for two weeks, and I still love him. We have had to overcome some unexpected obsticals though, even the simplest of tasks can be difficult when you have to consider the opinion of another person. Specifically, I mean grocery shopping. We have never had to sit down and eat every meal together like we have on this trip, and he had never really been on his own and had to grocery shop. This makes planning meals difficult because he doesn't even really know what he likes to eat. It has taken us a while, but we are finally starting to get into the groove.
We have also both been picking up a lot of spanish. Today I was able to have a conversation and exchange recipes with some of the mexican women in the town. I feel like I have finally redeemed myself from the calling card incident.
The main road in Town. That is a quad with two people, a dog, and two surfboards. They stopped right there and chatted for three minutes, and no one honked their horn. I love this place.
En route to agua caliente.
This is how men do dishes. those are little fish on the spatula and on the pan.
The hot springs had an asian spa feeling- if you sit still, there are hundreds of little fish and they come and chew on your dead skin exfoliating you. I spent hours trying to catch one with my hands, but they liked chrisitan better.
(video)
First moto ride and threatened by crazies en route
Christian is pretty much a pro dirt rider. He has years of experience (and broken bones to prove it), hundreds of desert miles under his belt, and plenty of trophies on the wall. He is absolutely the only person that I would trust riding on the back of the bike with. That didn't make the first 5 minutes any less scary though. It was tough being completely out of control of where we were going, and how fast we would get there. Trust.
Halfway up the hill our crew (matt, sue, lukie, christian and I) ran into meme and his gang, the local mexican tweekers. He violently gestured and waved us over to their compound as we rode by but Matt told us to hit the gas and bail out. A mile down the road we got the story- apparently there is beef between he and Matt. Matt is a super respectable guy and does what he feels is right and doesn't hold back in fear of pissing people off. As the story goes, meme is a pile, steals from his own family, and steals from Matts family compound. Matt felt it was only appropriate to get even, he ran donuts and burnouts via moto in Meme's camp, raided his tents, and stole his tools (which he later realized were probably the tools that Meme stole from his father).
Meme wants to get him back, so we couldn't risk going back the same direction that we came. Our short ride turned into a 40 mile trek.
We rode into the sunset. We rode in formation down the road and transformed from motley crew to motorcycle gang. I went from white knuckled to dry mouthed and soar from smiling.
Sorry Dad, but you could only keep me off a bike for so long. I am hooked.
